Mistaken Identity Parents carefully think about the names that they would give to their child upon giving birth. It is so significant because that person will carry his or her name throughout their lifetime. Names are given to characterize a person from another; it is also a way for that particular person to see himself or herself as an individual. I always love the first name my parents gave me. It made me feel unique and different with its unusual spelling and pronunciation. Aenaia (ei-na-ya), and they took it from a famous singer during their time. I think my name suits me because I myself want to be unique and different. I don’t simply follow and like what is trending and popular. I usually repel what most of the people think are interesting
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We almost have the same names but our personalities differ completely. She is slightly bigger than me and compare to my black dull hair, she has curly and brown hair. Unlike my shy and nerdy personality, she is more well-known in our class because of her eloquence and bubbly trait. We were not that acquainted but I often hear her name through her loud-spoken friends. I was okay that people are fonder of her since I am not the type of person who likes to be flocked around, teasing and calling my name over and over again. It was fine for me to be only known for my academic …show more content…
But I have this one professor who chose to identify us by means of nicknames. I once again contemplated to change my name but I still ended on writing my whole name on the seat plan. I was hoping that Ayana would be kind enough to use her second name since I don’t have one. But I guess I’m not really lucky. Whenever I recite during her subject, I would always correct her for mispronouncing my name.
“Yes, Ayana.“
“Ae-na-ya,” I patiently smiled at her.
“Ae—whatever, I’ll just call you A.”
In an instant, everyone suddenly recognized me and began to call me A and honestly at first, it made me uneasy. I deemed that the name does not suit me; it is too brief for my own taste. To be A instead of Aenaya creates a hollow hole inside my chest. It doesn’t seem right and I don’t want to adjust just so people could easily know me. But despite of that awkward nickname, I soon got used to it. I thought that I’d rather settle with a whole new name than to be called someone else. As I grow old, I found out that even names change if we look at it as reputation. No matter how I try to be the same old Aenaya, it is inevitable for me to stay the same. Because if I did not change, I will not grow, and if I did not grow, I will not learn. It is true that our parents have the right to decide what name we should have but it is our hands to create our own character to be known and to be
We almost have the same names but our personalities differ completely. She is slightly bigger than me and compare to my black dull hair, she has curly and brown hair. Unlike my shy and nerdy personality, she is more well-known in our class because of her eloquence and bubbly trait. We were not that acquainted but I often hear her name through her loud-spoken friends. I was okay that people are fonder of her since I am not the type of person who likes to be flocked around, teasing and calling my name over and over again. It was fine for me to be only known for my academic …show more content…
But I have this one professor who chose to identify us by means of nicknames. I once again contemplated to change my name but I still ended on writing my whole name on the seat plan. I was hoping that Ayana would be kind enough to use her second name since I don’t have one. But I guess I’m not really lucky. Whenever I recite during her subject, I would always correct her for mispronouncing my name.
“Yes, Ayana.“
“Ae-na-ya,” I patiently smiled at her.
“Ae—whatever, I’ll just call you A.”
In an instant, everyone suddenly recognized me and began to call me A and honestly at first, it made me uneasy. I deemed that the name does not suit me; it is too brief for my own taste. To be A instead of Aenaya creates a hollow hole inside my chest. It doesn’t seem right and I don’t want to adjust just so people could easily know me. But despite of that awkward nickname, I soon got used to it. I thought that I’d rather settle with a whole new name than to be called someone else. As I grow old, I found out that even names change if we look at it as reputation. No matter how I try to be the same old Aenaya, it is inevitable for me to stay the same. Because if I did not change, I will not grow, and if I did not grow, I will not learn. It is true that our parents have the right to decide what name we should have but it is our hands to create our own character to be known and to be