The squeaking of desk chairs and excited hushed whispers as the first day of school begins echoes through the classroom. The teacher begins attendance. Other students chatter, but I wait silently, patiently, prepared to stop her mid-sentence.
“Mi–”
“I’m here.” “Okay is there any other name you prefer to go by?” Each …show more content…
At my elementary school’s annual cultural day I brought in dishes of various cuisines from my home country, the aroma intensified by the excitement of students lined up to try a sample of each dish. I felt a stronger connection towards those who knew me as Mikhalya.
Once I changed my name, I preferred not to disclose my origin, afraid that it would be another difference in the high school world of shared similarities. When my friends did ask me questions I would hastily change the subject. Those who knew me as Addie saw me as guarded about my past. They had never met the me that was expressive about her origin and I felt disconnected from them.
This juxtaposition revealed to me how important my name was to my overall identity. A name unlike any other, a unique pearl within a sea of Sarahs and Emilys. Its meaning religious, symbolizing my beliefs, its specific spelling originating from my grandfather’s name, and its pronunciation reminding me of my African heritage. My name held power, love, and history all within 8 simple