Being a teacher, there are quite a few names that are "ruined" by some particularly difficult students I've had. That became quite an issue when were trying to figure out a name for Jack. He'd suggest something and I would immediately nix it because of that one student who drove me up a wall. I can appreciate the names when others name children those names, though. They just don't work for me. Lol.
But there is one name that always makes me cringe and I would NEVER use it for something I love. The name is Omar. Ugh. Just writing that name makes me annoyed.
Omar was a particularly rotten kid in class. Unlike my other challenging students, he was difficult for me to like even outside of class (and that says a lot). At one point, he even made up a story that I had hit him (I did not) and his grandparents went to the district office to file a formal complaint. Fortunately, the rest of the students agreed that he was batshit crazy and the issue was dropped.
The thing that ultimately led to an ending of our student/teacher relationship was that he stole my pager (that dates me!) out of my purse in my locked teacher's desk. While I was there. I don't know how the sneaky bastard did it, but I knew it was him. When HE returned the message I'd left on the pager, that clinched it and he was suspended and removed from my class. Oh darn.
What name do you wish you had been named?
The name I always coveted as a child was Holly. Oh how I wanted to be called Holly! I had my mom convinced (or so I believed) that she had made the worst mistake in the world naming me Stacie. I just knew that such a poor choice of a name had doomed me to a life of misfortune. Calling me Holly would change everything for the better. I think I was a bit of a drama queen.
Do you like the name of your blog?
I did like the name of this new blog until I discovered that this was the name of Br.et Mi.chael's reality show. :-( There are also like fifty million other blogs with the same name or a very similar variation which kind of sucks. When I was he.ee.ee.re.st.or.key, it was a given who I was when you saw the name.
Oh well. What I write here is my life as I know it, so I guess that it fits.





