Names are interesting because we can see them as a way to describe the person they are attached to; however, I feel that my name says more about the people in my life who are saying it. Sebastian is a complex name, more in meaning than spelling, though the spelling still catches people up from time to time. In Zagreb, the capital city of Croatia, there is a mural of Saint Sebastian. He is the patron saint of athletes and archers, tying into the story of how he was tied to a stake and shot with arrows. When my mother saw this mural standing in a museum, at only 10 years old she decided that my name would be Sebastian. What does your name say when it’s not your name? Or when your family refuses to accept your name? When I was born and promptly named Sebastian, not everyone in my family liked the name. Though my grandmother’s actions were unwarranted. Instead of accepting that the name of the child is the decision of the parents, she took it into her own hands. For the first year of my life she called me Nickolas. I find it strange that it’s a name so vastly different from Sebastian, and I think it says a lot about who she is. She never liked me very much to begin with though I think her impromptu renaming showed how eager she was to strip me of my identity. Your name is your identity and if someone changes that or takes it from you they have taken or changed your identity. My grandfather was no different. However, instead of calling me by a different name, he told my mother,
The given name I have is Calvin. Calvin is delivered from the French surname Chauvin (babynames.com). The meaning of my given name Calvin is”bald” (googlefacts.com). My family has carried this name for many generations and many more to come. There are currently five generations of men in my family with my full name. My dad, grandfather, great-grandfather
In the 90’s life consisted of watching tv shows like Saved By the Bell, Full House, Seinfeld, and Boy Meets World. All of which still play on tv today. Everyone was listening to Backstreet Boys, Alice in Chains, and who wouldn’t listen to Nirvana. The shoe style was weird and the clothes were different. Then in the late, late 90’s (so like ‘99) I was born. But there was something very different about how I was born as well as how I got my name.
I was given the name Chase Andrew Miner. My mom had liked the name Chase and Chance, but she finally decided on Chase. While that decision wasn’t too hard for her to make, (at least she said it wasn’t) my last name, Miner, was an even easier decision. My mom was married to my dad and she took his last name, so the obvious last name would be Miner. My mom told me she had a really difficult time figuring out a middle name for me. She couldn’t find a name that fit in well. One day my aunt, Lori, called my mom and asked about the name Andrew. My mom had thought about it and she decided that that name fit. So from that day I was Chase Andrew Miner. The joke my mom says now is if she knew she’d have to chase me so much, she would have named me Slow. But word got around of what
I have had two different names growing up. My parents came to America at the turn of the new millennium with big dreams and hopes. Coming from a devout Jainist society, their perspectives towards life were very different; they believed in hard work and most of all nonviolence. I, on the other hand grew up in a sweet, small southern town on the tip of Florida. Life was all about going to the sandy beaches, chilling with pals, and just having a “good ole time”.
Though she admits that there has been a change in the society in the recent past where individuals are now more willing to learn and accept the ethnic names of others, there is still major social problems which affect people who use ethnic names. That other children had corrupted her name to something else may be indicative of a form of bullying, which has been proved to have disastrous effects on its victims in the long run. Rather than be a victim of social awkwardness, it would be easier to adopt a name which is not
"I would like to baptize myself under a new name" Cusneros, Sandra "My Name" A name is something that just about everyone is born with having and have no say so in the choice of their name. Some names are extremely different, and some are rather common. There is a huge variety of names throughout our world and names can have effects on people. A name is something that you are referred to as and since some names are different there are people who may make fun of you for it, though you had no input on what your name is. "At school they say my name funny as if the syllables were made out of tin and hurt the roof of your mouth." Cisneros, Sandra "My Name" Some names can be hard to pronounce and can be hard for the person with this name to accept.
Personal identity is essential in the human experience. Identity is complex and can be broken down into two main groups: introspective identity, and bodily identity. Introspective identity is based off of the groups, mentalities, or beliefs that you align yourself with, and bodily identity is based off of the physical side of yourself. Whether physical or introspective, your identity impacts every action you take. Whether choices ranging from what colors you prefer to which college you want to attend are primarily based off of your introspective identity, which is a combination of both memory and consciousness, physical identity impacts how others perceive you. Consciousness is mainly the awareness of bodily identity as well as continuous introspective identify, while memory is awareness of introspective identity. These two different facets of identity are imperative in the distinction between bodily identity and introspective identity. In means of personal identity introspective identity (which is evident in memory), is essential, while bodily identity (based partially in consciousness) has less credit.
The poems “Be Nobody’s Darling” by Alice Walker and Williams Ernest Henley’s “Invictus” cover the same main topic of self identity, but each portrays self identity in a different way. In “Be Nobody’s Darling”, the narrator is telling the reader to go against society, to “be an outcast”, or to not follow the crowd, but to go in the opposite direction. The narrator says to “take the contradictions of your life, and wrap around you like a shawl” which is saying to turn bad scenarios into good ones. The main meaning for this poem in my opinion is to show that the reader doesn’t have to follow the trends, and if they don’t that isn’t bad. In the poem “Invictus” self identity is shown as a determined individual who won’t let their menace get to him.
I used to dislike my name when I was younger, because people would always spell it wrong, and it was different than every other person with my name. But now that I’m older, I really like my name, for the reason I disliked it when I was younger. Being different is something that I like, I’m always trying to be different from other people for a reason I can’t explain, maybe it’s a desire for being different, but who knows. Even with people spelling it wrong, it only takes four seconds for me to tell someone “It’s R-Y, not R-I.”
On a cold afternoon during Christmas break, I asked my mom, who at the time was making delicious enchiladas for our family, about my name. She responded, “Before you were born, we had already decided on the name Christian because it could be used to name a boy or a girl” and this response had me in shock. I then asked her about my middle name and she responded, “Your middle name? Well, when we were looking for a house, our realtor was called Adair and I loved the name so that is the reason why I named you Adair.” I asked her about my last name, but she did not know what it meant either, so I asked my dad. When I asked my dad about my last name he responded that it derived from Spain. When I asked for more information regarding the name he said, “what else, when you were born, I just gave you my last name, nothing
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.
My sister wanted to name me Shaniqua. My awesome parents decided not to choose that name, thankfully. They chose Aubrie Ray instead. My middle name Ray comes from my dad because his middle name is Ray too. I never really got embarrassed or made fun of having the name Aubrie. When I was little Aubrie was an uncommon name because everyone would say how pretty that name was and how they have never heard of that name.
My names Gabriel Hudson, I hated my name it for some reason, when I was innocent and blind to societies imperfections, I wanted a “cool name” that was popular among my peers. When I was younger I never knew the importance that a name could possess. I never really thought about having to fight for anything or having to struggle to have a life that is so weighed down by the gravity that money has in our society. Money has always been relevant and at the forefront in my family. My parents are extremely diligent and would be part of the category of misfits, I have stated previously. My parents knew how the world is and tried their best to prepare me for that. Being named after an archangel in the Bible, not because they think i’m an angel to have as a child, but because he’s strong and fights for what’s right and good in people. I am now coming to this realization as I become a young adult and seeing that life is not fair and people like me who does not have as much wealth and resources to be set for greatness. People like me have
Juliet from the play Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare says about Romeo, “‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.” She claims that it is Romeo’s name, Montague, that is her enemy, and not Romeo himself, although Romeo’s name influenced who he was. Most of the time, names are given to people by their family members after they are born. However, there are also people who choose their own names. Most names have a meaning behind them. That meaning doesn’t always represent who we are. In my case, my name has a story behind it. Everyone’s names were chosen for a reason, even if that reason is insignificant.
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