Natalie Swinehart Research Paper

Victoria Alice Layman flows nicely doesn’t it? Well, my parents thought that it did too. I would love to be able to inform you that I was named after my grandmother or an aunt or uncle, but that’s not completely accurate. Letha Alice was by mother’s beloved grandmother’s name. My mother would have loved to of named me Letha but that was a common 19th century name that would not be fitting for a child in this day and age. So now they needed a first name for their little girl. There was only one name in mind Victoria. They told me they chose Victoria because it went nicely with the name Alice. My great grandmother loved the name and thought it sound regal. Furthermore everyone has a nick name right?

They named me after the old Rita tree that our village honored, because my hair was the same color as its leaves in the fall. Bright red and obnoxious; the all in your face kind. My mother thought it suited me well because it was like me...obnoxious.

My full name is Kiana Renae Savercool. My first name, Kiana is a feminine name of Hawaiian origin, meaning Moon Goddess, or (more commonly) princess. My mother chose the name while she was pregnant with me. Her and my older sister, Nyoka, were watching tv when an exercise lady came on. When my mother heard her name, she fell in love with it. Later on in her pregnancy, she considered changing it to Tiana, but in the end, she (obviously) chose Kiana.

I was named after my mom’s favorite T.V. show, “Days of Our Lives”. She loved the way Stefano, the girl’s father, said Alexandra. My mom also liked the nickname Lexy instead of Alexis or Alex.

My full name is Caroline Grace Britten. In the beginning, Caroline wasn’t the name that was chosen for me. When my mom and dad figured out they were having a girl, my mom liked the name Chloe. One day, she looked up the meaning of the name on the Internet. When she typed in “Chloe” inappropriate pictures popped up on the first page and she was horrified. After that, I was no longer a “Chloe” and the naming situation went back to square one. On the way to the hospital for a visit, Mom and Dad asked my older siblings names what they liked. My older brother, Wyatt, said he always thought Caroline was a pretty name. My oldest sister, Macie, loved the name Grace. So, the two names formed together and that’s how Caroline Grace

The name "Lindsay" means from the island of the lime tree. However, despite this incredibly thought-provoking meaning, I was not born on an island full of lime trees, nor do I have a particularly great affinity for limes. The closest connection I can claim to this origin is that I was born at that Arnold Palmer Hospital in Orlando, and well, an Arnold Palmer is half-lemonade half-tea so that's pretty close. Ignoring this feeble grasp in a deseperate attempt for a connection, I can confidently confirm that my parents had no idea of the meaning of the name Lindsay. Rather, my name came about because my dad picked out my sister's name (Kristyn), so my mother got to choose mine. After countless hours spent flipping through baby name books, my

Samantha was always the name I wanted. I originally wanted the name during my childhood. Not only was this name a big part of my childhood it was the name of the main character off my favorite TV show, Bewitched. In this series Samantha was a witch who fell in love with a mortal and was trying to live a normal life. I wen through some bad things in my childhood an I guess I wanted to be like Samantha and be able to change her situation. Samantha was a name that gave me hope to become better, hope for a better tomorrow, and hope for change.

I’m not a big name person but I do know that it sends a good feeling through the human body when someone calls someone else’s name. I now put a person’s name by an event or where I have encountered them to help whom I have spoken to or was with. It seems to help me remember their names more.

Andreana. The name given to me at birth, the one to stay with me until my death. My father, Andre, gave me this name to somehow incorporate himself into me. He pretty much combined his name and Ana, resulting with what is now my name. Not everyone is able to pronounce it correctly; never had I heard someone say it correctly on the first try without my aid. My grandpa in particular thought it was too complex, settling on calling me Ana instead. In addition, my name also means strong and manly, of which I can mostly agree with. I was never one for feminine things. All in all, I am satisfied with my name.

It’s become common for people to identify you by your name. For example, when you first introduce yourself to others, you start by giving them your name. A name is something that was chosen for you that you have to live with. I feel that the majority of people like the names they were given and I fall in that category. My full name is Serenity Reign Johnson-Buchanan. I love my name except my last name because of the tragic history behind it. I could go into detail but I’d rather sum it up in one word. SLAVERY. I, personally feel that black people should have reclaimed some part of their history once they were freed. But they didn’t know any better so what could you expect. Johnson is the last name of my mother’s family and Buchanan is my father’s

Yes. I go by Alexandra. I go by Alexandra when I scribble my name with the soft lead of a Ticonderoga pencil at the top of and assignment; I go by Alexandra when my mom is standing on the front porch as I attempt to quietly drive up the driveway, tires against gravel, an hour past curfew; I go by Alexandra when, every September, I say my name in the annual round of painful, first-day-of-school icebreakers. But often, I’ll agree that Alexandra is one of those names that inherently begs for something a little more, or maybe a little less.

vvvNobody addresses me by my real name anymore except for my dad and when I’m in trouble. I bet that if I asked anyone what my real name was, they wouldn’t remember it. The nickname given to me was Laffy Taffy just cause in second grade, I made the mistake of laughing too hard at a Laffy Taffy joke. It’s not my fault that I laugh too much in a minute. The name never bothered me since I actually like my nickname better than my real name Georgina. I hate that name so much because it was my dad’s mom’s middle name.

My full name is Haley Anika Brazel. Every Single unique name in the word has a different meaning. Together my name means a graceful and strifeful meadow of hay. My first name, Haley, comes from odd english and means meadow of hay. My middle name, which is by far my favorite name is, Anika. Anika, comes from latin origins and means graceful. My last name, comes from Irish origins, and means strife. Anyone who knows me, will know, I am not very graceful and I am usually not strifeful. I am not usually caught dancing or strolling through meadows of hay, so I would say my name strays from my personality.

Do you like your name? Do you like your name when people are chanting it in joy. Do you like your name when you hear your name announced for a prize. Or do you not like the sound of it at all? Our names have distinct meanings. Even if your parents didn't know that your name meant dog, they still named you your name for a reason. If you did a game winning play and everyone is chanting your name, Your name almost has a golden and winning tone to it.

When I was born, my mom or dad didn’t know what they were gonna name me. My mom never thought if I was gonna be a girl or boy and neither did my dad. They came up with names like James or Bryan, David etc. anyway my dad came up with my name Austin he liked this name. Well, I received my name surprising from Texas the city of Austin. Well, my mom liked it and they agreed on it. Well, I could have thought of many names, but I'm grateful Austin is my name.