Senior year of high school, I had some struggles with my name. I mean I didn't struggle, but everyone else seemed to.
Note: I don't have one of those names that everyone gets wrong. Brianna. It's simple. Maybe there's the occasional "Rhianna" on my Starbucks cup (obvi Rihanna and I look so much alike- that must be why). Or maybe even a misspelling- but other than that, I've never had problems with people getting my name right.
Well, senior year of high school we had this lovely principal who I shall call Mrs. Airhead. Mrs. Airhead was just that- an Airhead. She once made a speech to the entire school on Pearl Harbor, and how if it had not happened, Hitler would still be the Emperor of Germany. I know…airhead. Anyway, I had to make a speech at graduation, so I was in Mrs. Airhead's office quite a bit towards the end of the year (she had to approve the speeches). She knew who I was. She had my name on a bunch of papers. She said hi to me on the reg.
Now, here's where it gets good. I'm sitting in my government class learning about something boring and irrelevant when Mrs. Airhead came into the class. Only seniors take government at my school, so she was coming in on official graduation business. She proceeded to tell us what would happen if we did something wrong and couldn't walk at graduation, reminded us to get our caps and gowns, and all that jazz. Then she says, "Okay class. Let's pretend Amanda gets in trouble in class." and proceeds to tell a story about Amanda misbehaving. There's no one named Amanda in our class. I realized she was talking about me when she looked right at me and said, "Right, Amanda?" I didn't know if I should correct her, or just let it be. Like seriously I've been in your office every day this week. Amanda?! As soon as she left, the whole class was cracking up. She's an airhead.
Fast forward a few weeks. It's graduation! Since I had to make a speech at graduation, I got to sit on the stage the entire time. So, I was also the first person to walk and receive a diploma. The first person. Here's how it worked: we had a card with our name printed on it. When it was our turn to walk, we handed the card to a teacher and they would say our name as we walked across the stage. Did I mention I went first? It's not like the teacher was tired and worn out from saying over 300 names, so there shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. As I start walking across the stage, they announce "Brianna Riley." (Riley is my middle name.) They didn't say my last name. Not that it really mattered, but still. I just looked at my mom in the audience and we both cracked a smile. Way to go. At least I didn't trip.
Do you ever have to deal with the name struggle?