The Struggles I 've Had With My Name

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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

Going through middle school is no easy task for the ordinary teenager however when there are some very obvious differences between you and your classmates the process is even harder. This is exactly what Stefana had to deal with while in seventh/eight grade. Her classmates had easy to pronounce American names while Stefana was constantly being asked to stand up, pronounce her name, spell it and then would have her name be pronounced incorrectly by a handful of her teachers. This may not seem like a big deal but it gave Stefana a deep feeling of alienation from her American classmates. Since her name was difficult for her teachers and classmates to pronounce it led to shortened, unappealing nicknames such as “Staff” and “Petrify.” What made this even worse is that with a foreign name like “Stefana Peitrofesso” her classmates would be able to easily identify her foreign heritage which had a direct correlation to the low income job that her parents most likely had. Having a foreign name meant that you were easily identifiable as not as affluent because during this time period the parents of immigrants didn’t have as good jobs as the general population. All of this information was made available simply by someones first and last name because of

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.

"What can I get you today Ponyboy." She said in an obnoxiously annoying itch "A new waitress Leah I don't feel like talking to you. She stomped off to the kitchen and got us a new waitress called Lou. We both ordered the same thing burgers and fries with a

My parents, for one, help express the cultural part of my life. My father is predominantly white, whilst my mother is predominantly Cuban. Therefore, our names and food that is given to us are influenced by that. Starting off with names, my oldest brother is named underneath my father in which is a tradition in our family for the first child that is male to have that name. My other brother is given an ordinary Hispanic name just because my mother wanted it to be that way. But, another tradition in our family starts with me being the only girl in our family who is named underneath other family members. My first name Maria is my grandmother’s mother’s name, my middle name Elena is my grandmother’s name, and lastly, my last name Gary comes from my dad’s last name. Hence the name, Maria Elena

“Maricel!” He called as I walked away back over to my table. People watched snickering. The woman grinned wickedly at him.

“Honey it's time for dinner.” she said it in a tone which made it sound like she wanted to eat and talk about it.

One of the world's most talented rappers, Jay-Z, once said, “I treat people based on who they really are, not the name.” Names can define who we are, but people should extend beyond that and act on who they are. The name Haris sounds different from most people and at times, it was and still could alleviate some tension and challenge in my life, but I have learned to grow past it and stay true to myself, regardless of what name I have. The name Haris has several definitions but the most popular one is Vigilant Watchman which I believe I could evolve into in my lifetime. While my name does have some downsides, I love it no matter what.

Ever since that day things changed,a couple months past and they stared getting use to me just like the kids in Juniors class.My english was getting better and I started gaining friends,they realized I was just like them, the only difference between us was what I looked like on the

I told her yes with an annoyed attitude, and I remember her taking immediate notice. “Are you lying?” She asked, and I suddenly hated her, my own

Then he said..."what do you know about miss dorah? grandma instantly stopped rubbing her hands and stared right at me.

Call me Parker, Dylan Parker. My first name means “the god of the sea.” My loving mother named me that because she figured out she was pregnant with me while on a large cruise ship in the middle of a sea. I personally do not like my name. More than 90% of my friends call me DillPickle. Dyl-pickle, get it? If I could change my name, I would. I would change it to Phoenix, or Jaxx. If I was a pretty girl, my mother said she would have named me Jasmine. Thank god I am a boy. I not only have a name, but also a great story.

Having a meaningful name is a gift that anybody can’t have. Most of the parents name their child with expectations of what the child would become, and usually the names they choose have great meanings. But does that mean there is absolutely no problem how the name is pronounced or spelled? Names usually have big impact on first impression when the person is being introduced, which may be very important. I believe that names are powerful piece of who we are and a symbol we live with for the rest of our lives so it shouldn’t be easily chosen; however, names shouldn’t be what we live up to.

"New Girl" became my name for the next couple of months, as nobody knew what else to call me. My nickname over time seemed to be a pleasant shortcut rather than a label, but it began to affect the way I was treated. When a teacher asked a math question, initially my confidence shot up, but quickly fell as the class in unison flashed a confused look in my direction. I then heard comments such as " What is she talking about. " and " That's so weird." filling the air of the room. I sighed in relief, as the teacher told me I was correct, but slipped under the desk as I was told it was not something taught at the school. I was directed to learn a whole different way of learning, a major shift in the way I was taught for the majority of my