![]() He was pissed, since I had spelled all the name of the gods wrong, yet was not docked for it, while he was. Second, he actually had the gall to be angry with me because I scored better than he did. First of all, that’s rude with in itself. So, yeah the Greek mythology quiz was a piece of cake and I actually scored above one hundred, thanks to the bonus question. By the time of sixth grade, I had heard the “Hobbit” six times and knew western fairy tales, Greek, Roman, Norse, and Egyptian mythology like the back of my hand. ![]() My parents made it such that even if I had a hard time reading, I wouldn’t miss out on the classics. I might not have been able to read very well back then, I that didn’t mean that I didn’t love a good story. I forget exactly what time of the year was it but we had just finished a unit I loved: Greek mythology. I had the displeasure of having to sit next to him in Social Studies, one of the few classes I enjoyed and actually did well in. He believed that he was the greatest, brightest, most amazing thing to grace the hallways of Florence Sawyer. ![]() You see, Andrew felt the need to always be on top. It still looks like Hitler but I know it doesn't say that. But hey, it could have been worse I could have been Aja, so I’ll just be thankful for what I have. In the end I wasn’t stuck with an outrageous name, thank god, but it still sucks when someone tries to spell it. Two years later, the process was a bit better with my sister getting Dana from the letters of my parents’ favorite relatives but that was still a whole bucket of arguing fun. ![]() I think it’s because Mum loved French culture and Dad got Hope for the middle name. So yeah, not until the very last month did I have a name, which turned out to be Rachael because that was the only one they could agree on. To top it off, Dad hated all the Irish names. The only thing that was floating through her head was the fact that either no one going to know how to say my name and spell it or my nicknames would be Dope or Ho. She was not having my name be Aja nor was my first name to be Hope. My mother on the other hand, wanted some Irish names like Siobhan and some other ones that I can’t spell. His names, as mentioned before, were Hope, after my grandma who was Faith, Aja, after one of his favorite albums, Poe, and that O name I don’t remember. My father was determined that I would not have a run of mill name, which fits his personality, considering the man wears Japanese clothes that he has no idea what they’re called despite the fact he’s over fifty. It pretty safe to say that the battle of picking my name was a foreshadow of my parents’ marriage. Actually, how I got my name is probably the most interesting thing, besides the fact that it’s Rachael, not Rachel, and that a sub mistook it for Raphael in seventh grade. But, hey, I could have been stuck with the name Hope, Aja (pronounced Asia, and yes, it’s that Steely Dan album that I just happen to hate), or something begins in an O if my dad had his way. It’s got some biblical meaning and if you look it up in the urban dictionary apparently I’m the sexiest girl you’ll ever meet, amazing in bed. My name really doesn’t mean anything special. The Event That Foreshadow My Parents' Marriage, Also Know As The Deciding My Name.
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