Summary : ' The ' Autobiography ' Essay

My life started with my long and hard birth on July 14, 1993. I came into the world with a large scream and was immediately placed into some sort of category. The doctors and nurses took a quick look at me, and pronounced me as a girl. This social label of being a girl was now my gender, which is something I had no say in. Every since that very moment in time where my parents were told I was a girl, I have been treated according to my gender. This meant that my parents automatically dressed me in pink, bought me dollhouses and kitchen sets and threw me Barbie themed birthday parties. Since I was surrounded my whole entire life by these things, it was almost like second nature to think and act the way that I did and still do. My

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

Growing up in a dominantly hispanic family, I had many family members, yet few names. So, it’s a wonder in my own mind, how I wound up with the name Tiffany. Built into the strong family oriented atmosphere that I still live in today, yet still sticking out of my family like a sore thumb. Worse than that, I was not even awarded the liberty of a middle name to fall back on, or for the sake of having a traditionally long name like everyone else. Yet, even though the odds were against me in this case, I still learned to appreciate my own name.

When I was born, my grandma and my dad wanted to name me Reea (some old indian actress I think). My mom suggested the name Gurrose. My grandparents liked it, but they also had their pride so they didn’t let go of Reea. They ended up naming me Reea Gurrose Kaur Gahla (although Reea was a part of my name, everyone called me Gurrose). Then, 3 years later, we came to Canada and although my name was beautiful, a lot of people had trouble pronouncing it.

3 births and a death. Something unique about my name is that it’s Hebrew for “like God.” Also, Michelle’s are, as stated by GWF27, destined for greatness. I find that interesting because I never knew anything about my name until today. This information sort of makes me want to strive to do better, and to do more. I do in fact have a nickname. It’s one that originated from family. My nickname for family ONLY, is Mimi. There’s nothing special behind that name, it didn’t come from a brave ancestor who saved the lives of many. It was just “easier to say,” as stated by my mother. A fun fact about this nickname is that it’s actually Mexican slang for sleep. No one outside my family is allowed to call my by that nickname. It makes me extremely uncomfortable when they do. Others, such as friends or educators, are welcomed to call me nearly anything. Some of my friends are calling me “Mitch” or an odd sounding way to pronounce my actual name. “Grandma Mitch (an inside joke),” and “Mom,” also stuck with me for awhile. One name, that isn’t a nickname, just a mispronunciation of my actual name is also staying with me. It’s when people pronounce Michelle as MEEchelle. It does not tick me off, although I do prefer

Names will always be different for everyone. They all come from a different backstory or a different meaning and my name is no exception. Although my first name doesn’t provide anything interesting about me, I know I have several stories discussing my middle and last name. From all the long and amazing

My name (Jessica) can be traced back from an American origin, which means rich, or God beholds. On other hand, my middle name (Magdalena) is taken from the Biblical character, that being Mary Magdalene from the Sea of Galilee. Growing up, I had several moments

My full name is Ashley Rebekah Olney. My first name has no particular meaning to my family; however, from what I can ascertain, it is the traditional spelling of a word of English origin, meaning, lives in the ash tree grove, or some variant of that phrase. My name was chosen not for its meaning but rather because it was a very popular baby name in the 1990s that my father liked and because my mother chose my older sister’s name and she had no aversion to the name, she agreed to name me Ashley. My middle name was also suggested by my father, but it is more significant to me because is also my mother’s name and I have always felt that it formally expresses our very close relationship and similarites. Furthermore, both my mother and father’s families have traditions of selecting middle names based on the names of parents and grandparents, so

My full name is Alyssa May Stanley. When my older sister was about a year old, my mom was rocking her to sleep when she saw a picture frame on the table beside. The brand name was written in the empty frame, “Alyssa”, in curly cursive letters. Ever Since then, she knew that her next daughter would be named Alyssa because of how beautiful it looked written like that and beautiful it sounded spelled like that. And that next daughter was me! The literal meaning of Alyssa is madness, derived from the the flower alyssum that is supposed to heal madness. Many sources said that anyone named Alyssa is logical, though the thought is just an assumption, there is no evidence backing that up.

At the age of twenty-five I became a mother for the first time and reality hit me. As a young naïve woman, I never really put too much thought into important life choices and the long-term consequences of any of my choices, naming my first born wasn’t hard for me because I allowed my sister, whom thought would never have children to name her, with my other two children deciding their names wasn’t about what better opportunities they would have but rather my liking. Although, in contemplating on something as simple as naming one’s child and the effects it may have as they become adults I now realize the importance of my childrens names. I can now hear how the names of my children sound more American than those of some of my friends and family but I not only hear them I understand the advantages or disadvantage that they may face in society. This was again another life choice that I had no realization of how this would affect my children’s future until now.

I was always a logical thinker, especially when it came time to choose a name for my daughter. I wanted my daughter to be able to stand out in a crowd, however not be too outrageous. Therefore, I wanted her name to be unique, but not too abstract. I also did not want my daughter to have a decrepit family name. I wanted her to be her own person, not to rely on someone else. I wanted her to be independent. It was a new century, between 1999 and 2000. I knew that this marked an era of my new life. Thus on new year's eve, me and my husband sat down for a wonderful family dinner with the mindset that we were going to pick a name that night. We browsed through the name book, looking for a name that met my criteria. My daughter was named Christine.

Names mean a lot. They give a means for others to identify us and may have a rich history that provides clues to a person’s ancestry. Some parents name their children after a family member, historical figure, or for other important reasons. Sadly, my name wasn’t chosen for any of those reasons. My parents found it in a baby name book and decided they liked it.

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

My mom and dad love to bicker about who came up with the idea to name me Miranda. My dad says when he was a teacher he had a wonderful student so he choose Miranda. While my mom following the tradition, she had a list of names that start with “M”. She suggested Molly, Marissa, and Miranda, my dad disliked Molly. I found it funny when I found out what the

My full name given to me at birth is Mayte Rubio. This name means ‘beloved’ or ‘loveable’ in the language Basque. It can also be often associated with the name Maria-Theresa or Maria Esther.(www.whatisthemeaningofname.com/) Italian and Spanish are some recent origins of the surname Rubio. Another variation to spell Mayte is by replacing the “y” with an “i”. This surname is derived from the Italian word “Rosso, which comes from the Latin word “Rubius and Rossius”, which mean “red”. Rubio was a common nickname to describe a person that had red hair or beard. (www.houseofnames.com)The name Mayte was given to me since my dad heard about it mentioned in a Spanish soap opera. After, hearing the name mentioned in the soap opera he decided it was a name that he would like to name his daughter. My name in part does represent who I am since I'm