Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself? Photographers, show us YOU.
Too Many Sues
Mother said she meant to name me Susanna Mary, but the nurse spelled it wrong. The nurse named me Susan Marie. I was thankful for the mistake; I thought Susanna was a corny name. But Susan wasn’t much better. Susan was a booring name. I wished the nurse had named me Valerie or Michelle.
I’m not sure I believe that story anyway. What kind of dumb nurses worked at that hospital? Nurses can’t be that careless with details. Maybe it wasn’t a nurse, but an aide of some sort. An aide off her meds, naming other people’s babies. She named a lot of them Susan.
In school, there were mutiple Susans in every class. I once had a classmate with the same first, middle and last names! When I transferred to a new high school, needing only a few credits to graduate, the wrong Susan’s transcripts were sent and I was told I needed 17 credits to graduate!
In another wrongful Susan mix-up I received an alarming credit report that besmirched my good name, until I proved that I was not that Susan.
I thought, when I was a kid, that my name should be Robin. I wasn’t crazy about the name, but I thought it suited me because my hair was the same color as a neighbor girl’s, whose name was Robin. Weird logic, I know.
By now I’m quite content with my ordinary name and wrongful Susan events are rare.
Well, there was that one time…and I wasn’t going to show you my mug shot, but here it is.