Persuasive Essay Topics

Growing up, I did not like my name because I strongly believed it was too short and awkward sounding. I did not see how the name Nadia could be pleasing to the ear or likable at all. The worse part, I thought, was not having a nickname to hide my

Names are important to us, as we grow up, our names and our personalities become intertwined, they are how people identify us. So when we adopt a new name, even for a brief period of time, we allow ourselves to essentially become a new person: we can change what we didn’t like about our old selves, and assume new characteristics that we admire in others. For some, it is freeing to embrace a new name, but for others it is comforting to go back to their old one.

Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.

“Well that 's a good observation. John is a very common name. So many great men are named John. My father being one of them. I’m John Junior and my father is John Senior. It is a name with power my mother will always say.”

This journal speaks on how names are seen as some form of “talent” as it is bestowed upon us on birth. This also has religious implications as some feel as their name is a gift talent given from god. Everyone's name within “their eyes were watching god mean something. An example of this would be Tea Cake. “John Callahan says that Tea Cake "revivifies" names” . The names also have a slightly overshadowed sense of racism, as in a way most of the names given to black people have a sort of dumbed down approach to them. Going back to the complete disregard of the “Afro-American” culture by the

To produce this book, I asked not “What you are going to name your baby?”, but rather “What is your name? How does it make you feel? Who named you? Why did they choose that name? Would you change

Many would think that naming your child is a very big deal, since they are stuck with it for the rest of their life. Naming your child

Names, being a primary method of identity, have always had a bearing on the interactions among individuals. In most societies the choice of a name is a choice laden with thoughtful consideration. Varying ethnic groups more often than not have distinctively identifiable names. There has been a raging debate on whether these ethnic names adversely affect the social and economic prospects of those who bear them. This paper will, through an evaluation of opinions and studies by three different authors, investigate the demerits of having an ethnic name, and also by extension give reasons why the use of ethnic names should be toned down.

Why is it only boys who are named after their father and called “Senior,” “Junior” and so on? Why not girls? Couldn’t a girl be named after her father? And more oddly, why aren’t girls named after their mother?” Other than the fact that I consider naming a child after oneself slightly pretentious, I believe that it also lessens a person’s self-identity, because not only do you share something that is meant to be unique (as one can be in a world of seven billion people), but you also have to live with expectations and responsibilities that come with the name.

Do names really define a human being? I believe a person should be original, however that does not mean having a unique name. In my opinion, names are useful to acknowledge a person not label them. The above quote by William Shakespeare is symbolic to my beliefs. The poem’s meaning is a rose smells as sweet even if it was called any other name. That is conclusive to my thoughts because the rose is sweet from being a flower not because of it’s name. Your name doesn’t characterize you, but you personalize your name to fit your traits.

A name is not just what you’re called, it is who you are. It is what you stand for and ultimately defines you as a person. Growing up, I used to think my name did not fit me and that nothing that my name stood for had anything to do with me. Now that I am older, I understand the real meaning of my name and how the traits that are connected with my name relate to the person that I have become and continue to develop into. My name represents who I am and who I plan to be.

The announcement of the child’s name sent send social media into frenzy with most people poking fun on the choice of

That would be a great and unique name for a girl. Who cares what it means is doesn't mean that is who you have to be. You can be anything you want, you don't have to rely on the meaning of your name. Of course she didn't like it because of her reasons, but at the end that will still be her name and she can't do anything about it. Even though it sounds weird it's still a unique name. It's better to be different than having the same name as someone else.

There are times in your life when you have to decide and to choose a name, for your first born son, or maybe the second one. Therefore, the importance of naming a child with a special name can make his life more bright and happy.

    Names are a terrible way to understand someone’s identity because names are regularly replicated. In my sixth grade class, there were three Mollys. We all had different backgrounds, different religious affiliations, and different personalities. If our names displayed who we are, wouldn’t our identities all be the same? Instead of staring at names and trying to understand their meaning, one should focus on a person’s personality, for personality depicts our identity. In fact, I have learned from experience to not infer one’s identity based on their name. For instance, in middle school, I was mutual friends with a girl named Kassidy. One Tuesday afternoon, my friend, Katy told me that Kassidy was going to sit with us at lunch that day. I shrugged my shoulders and replied with a casual “okay”. Before Kassidy walked in, I had a whole image of her in my mind: blonde hair, cute pastel colored clothes, and religious, all stereotypes that I thought a person with an innocent name like Kassidy