My Narrative Essay: My Middle Name

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My Middle Name is a Four Letter Word
Your name. It quite literally is the first gift that any parent can give to a child. Parents often spend countless hours debating baby names in order to find a name that they feel represents the path that they want for their child as they enter the world. Because make no mistake, your name begins to shape your story--even from the moment that a baby draws its first breaths. There’s a lot of power in a name. Names can bring forth positive emotions of power, esteem, and elegance. Have you ever met a weak person named Thor? How about a meek individual named Athena? It is not so much that parents choose names to fit their children. Rather, the parents try and raise their children to fit the name that they’ve
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Oh and Mother Teresa, Macaulay Culkin, James Harden, and Keke Palmer were born on that date, as well. But most important is me. This is MY narrative- after all. In the year 2000, our parents and older siblings all survived Y2K, the first bluetooth earpiece was invented, the average cost of gas was $1.26 per gallon, and Tiger Woods became the youngest player to win a grand slam in golf. Specifically on August 26th, of 2000, music listeners were jammin’ to “Doesn’t Really Matter” by Janet Jackson (http://www.bobborst.com/popculture/number-one-songs-by-year/?y=2000). Also, the Houston Comets beat New York Liberty 2 games to 0 in the WNBA championship. (https://www.brainyhistory.com/days/august_26.html) And most importantly, Grace Inez Cotter was born on this day, a Saturday. Although I haven’t always embraced my name, and nothing overly interesting happened on the day of my birth, I can say that my middle name (Inez) has had quite the impact on my …show more content…
In all honesty, an abundance of my peers have been told that my middle name is Elizabeth...which actually is my older sister’s middle name. I’ve always been the only Inez that I knew of, and that caused me to become embarrassed about my name. Only a few people beyond immediate family members have heard of my rare (and loathed) middle name. The idiom “A four letter word,” refers to the fact that lots of curse words in our language have four letters. I would certainly add Inez to that list of four letter words. Given to me from my great great grandmother, paired with the classiness of Grace, my parents seemed to agree (apparently) that it would be a fitting name for their second born child. (Angie Leonhard-mom) However, I don’t believe they totally thought this through by asking themselves if they would like that middle name...or what the consequences might be for their daughter as she entered her school years. Although it is a family name, I do not like this name. No one says it. No one thinks about saying it. Anyone that does say it knows they are in trouble. In fact, my actual middle name is most frequently used as a threat. For example, when my older sister has a group of her friends over and she wants me to do something for her, she threatens me by saying, “If you don’t do {something} for us, I will tell them all your middle name.” That always lights a fire under me

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