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recorded on my phone so it's kinda messy ;-(

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I'm Named After A Road...
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I'm named after a road- ADA
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1. Name are important to myself and others because they establish a sense of self identity. It is something we can claim our own and with connect through our personalities and little traits and attributes.

2. Esperanza aspires to be her own individual person who is strong and makes her own choices unlike how she portrays her grandmother with the same name. By the end however she ends up trying to change her name to something that better shows the “real her" growing to accept and be who she really is instead of trying to become the better Esperanza.

3. I think the reason why the author chooses to create a character so consumed by its name to represent the struggle of self identity and living up to expectations.

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If I sound out of energy it's because I had to repeat heaps of times because I sneezed during my speech and also pressed restart recording instead of the save button when I finally got it done :)

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My Speech (if I sound out of energy it's because I had to restart so many times because I sneezed a couple times and also accidentally pressed restart when I got it finished) :).mp3

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Hope I don't sound too terrible, after having my voice recorded!
Edit: I seem to have butchered "Ciscernos", and mixed up my words in places, but it should not affect my meaning whatsoever.

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y choose a name so lonely. I do sacrifice a lot without realizing

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I am not Kriti. Or Krithika. Or Kristy, or Krissy, or Kirthi.
I am Krithi.
My name means work of art. More specifically, God's work of art - creation/nature.
My twin sister is named Bhuvi, which means Earth.
Earth and creation. Bhuvi and Krithi.
My middle name, Poorna, means infinity or complete - because, according to my mum, I complete my family.

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My Name Vignette

My name is Nosheana. No the first A in A-N-A is not silent. My dad changed that years ago. To make things easier you can call me Nosh I told everyone. Little did I know 9 year old me would discover that she had been telling everyone to call her food in British slang. How I discovered that you might ask? Well I was skimming through my new sticker book I’d just bought, when something familiar caught my eye. There I saw a sticker with a hungry looking dog holding a can of dog food with the label “tasty dog nosh”. Mum had a lot of explaining to do that day.

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Nathan. A name chosen from birth by inspiration to a four year old boy.

To me, it feels empty, plain and has no meaning. It feels somewhat...broken. No one else in the family has my name, but that because their names are more culturally diverse.

Surprisingly, in some languages Nathan means a "gift from god." How lucky. I mean I don't mind being a gift from god, but it's just so odd and random. Yet at the same time, I can't imagine what my life would be like if my name wasn't... Nathan.

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The Name of Kings

(Vignette inspired by Sandra Cisneros’s Book, The House on Mango Street)

My mum originated in Poland. I’ve heard she’s rather religious.

Christianity is her faith, and the bible her guidance.

Like her, David the shepherd comes from a humble beginning.

But he rises to become a King.

In the face of a great adversary.

In a time where all hope was lost.

David the lone shepherd takes on a giant.

And wins.

That is my mother’s inspiration.

That is my name.

David.

(I think)

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It's Hebrew, my mum says whenever I ask her about my name.

The name, to me feels as if it isn't mine, when I write it down it's foreign to me even when I write it after 13 years since knowing how to write. Not enough letters to be exotic or exquisite like a rare flower or animal but not a name most can remember as well.

It means sacrifice, I don't understand why choose a name so lonely. I do sacrifice a lot without realizing, I'm not good at thinking of myself I just look at other people. They say they like the sound and its simplicity, but I want my name to be something more elegant, a name I can say is mine

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There is no story behind my name.

My parents simply said to each other, “Jay is a nice name. Let’s name him Jay”.

People ask “But what if you were a girl?” and I answer, “Nothing.

They knew I wouldn’t be”.

I have a simple name: only three letters. J. A. Y.

No not Jake

Not Jye

Yes like the letter

Exactly like the letter

My name has no special meaning

If you google it, it means many things

But to me, it just means me

I am Jay

I do not often meet another Jay

But when I do, they are not really Jay

They are a different Jay, a more foreign Jay.

Almost like I have never heard the name before

My middle name is slightly more interesting

It is essentially gibberish

My father, before I was born, thought,

“I like the word Reinier; you can spell it backwards”

Just like Bob

And my mother agreed

Although there is no story behind my name

I like it

It is unique

And it is mine

Jay Reinier Helbers

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My parents called me Hagen because they liked the sound. They joke sometimes that it’s the wrong name for Australia, because here people who read it can’t pronounce it and those who hear it can’t spell it. So sometimes I am Haigen, or Hargan, but I don’t really mind because to me I am still Hagen. In old stories about Siegfried the dragon slayer, Siegfried like my uncle, there is a Hagen; Hagen the one eyed, Hagen the changeling, Hagen the traitor that kills the invulnerable hero with a stab to the back. I don’t mind this version either. It’s more interesting than the meaning ‘hedge’, or the many towns ending in –hagen, or the city Hagen itself. So I tell people about Hagen, the one that killed a dragon slayer, and sometimes let myself be Hagorn or Hayjen or Hagin because it’s easier than explaining.

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Mia. It is so short. It does not ring. It does not really please me.

I wish my name had meaning to me.

Not the desperate ‘MIA’ received by people when loved ones are missing. Not the google search meanings ‘rebellion’ and ‘wished-for child’.

Not just my parent's meaning -a word that is common to them both and their separate languages. They also tell me that it means ‘goutte de mer’ - a drop of sea water. It is a symbol for them and a reminder for me that I am one amongst many, part of the whole but also my own self.

I like that others give my name their own meanings but I am yet to find my own. I wish my name would ring. I wish that it would please me.

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Willow. No, not like the tree, or the girl from Buffy the vampire slayer. Just Willow.

The dictionary says I’m “slender and graceful”, but I don’t think that fits. I think I would fit something more… me. Something that is sudden and sounds like laugher, something that makes you think, something that you remember. Something that is not so elegant, something that is more like fire.

My middle name is Eden. No, not like the garden of Eden, and no, not related to Adam and Eve. Eden has no meaning, neither does Willow. My parents did not have a meaning for it either, they just said it sounded beautiful. So do strangers, and friends and teachers. “What a pretty name!” they say. But I don’t want to be just a pretty name. And I don’t want to not have meaning. I want to be more than Just Willow.

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My Christian name means God's Messenger. It means "Name of God" or "God has heard" in Hebrew. It is a holy name; a name of a holy person in the Bible. My other name means Rich and Handsome. In Chinese tradition, parents name their children what they want them to become, and mine wanted me to become rich and handsome.
I prefer my Christian name more; its a name of power, and its easy to pronounce. It's the name which guides me through the dark times and holds me up. My parents chose this name, because they were unable to have children until they prayed a lot to God, and had me. Thus they named me, Samuel, as God had heard their prayers.

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My chinese name means citizen of the world. It means that I belong. It means that I play my part. But it also means I follow, yet never lead. It also means I will obey and never question. Yet, I have no problem with that. I have no problem with the

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Emily, Michael, Daniel, and then the awkward pause of silence. That’s when I know it’s me. Is that right? How do you pronounce it ‘authentically’? Sidet? Sridat? Sidahk? Nope, nope, nope. Sigh. Just call me Sid.

Finding a name for me was more than a challenge for my parents, mainly because the good names in my language are equally as difficult to pronounce in English and horoscope name books are nowhere to be found in Australia. Some names they liked, like Chamath, which means wonderful, but might be mispronounced as “Kamath” and Dineth, which was just too popular at the time.

So my dad suggested an English name. “Michael?” my mum said. It was obvious that she wasn’t fond of it. After all, it would sound strange if my cousins and I consisted of Dasuni, Oshadi, Kisara, Sanduni and Michael. And it didn’t sound too great with my surname either. So Michael Chandrasena was thrown down the waterpipe.

Time was running out. But then they found the name Sidath. No idea how it came, whether it was in some book, or just a passing thought, but it was something they could both agree on. Not too difficult on the Australian tongue (unlike Hirusha, which becomes huh-roo-shuh) and it could be converted to Sid if the need arises.

Even now, I’m not sure what my name really means.  I’ve read that it could be “a goal”, or “something that happened” or “beauty of all colours”. While these meanings don’t flatter me, at least I have my surname which means “moonarmy”

Almost seventeen years later, my parents still admit that my name wasn’t the best decision they made.

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Half my name comes from Asia. The other half comes from the name of a maiden. Yes, my mother’s maiden name. In the language of a country to the east, the “A” in “Asia” is pronounced as “ah”. The first syllable in my mother’s maiden name is “no”. Add the two, and you get “Noah”.

I was once embarrassed about the origins of my name, and hence would say that it came from the bible. I assume you know of Noah’s ark? But now I think it’s cool, being named after Asia.

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Once, our homework for English class was to come up with an English name for ourselves.
I went home and asked my Dad to choose a name for me. After a long surf on the internet, he finally decided on 'Lucy'. During our next lesson, everyone took turns to

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My name does not have a proper meaning.
It is made up of two Chinese characters each with their separate meanings.
The first character '祎‘ in fact, does not mean the number 'one' like everyone assumes it does. It means excellent or fine, and I think it is the type of person my parents hope I will become.
The thing is, names in Chinese are just a combination of characters which each symbolise a positive trait that parents want their children to have.
The second character '萌’ means adorable or to sprout. I have no clue on why my parents decided on this as the second character of my name, but I do not have too much of a problem against it.
I actually was going to be named 'Yiming' but my mum changed it at the last second to 'Yimeng' because apparently it sounded better.
A lot of people as for my English name, but I've never thought of getting one. I am feel pretty confident with my Chinese name and the cultural background behind it. Plus, my name is not hard to pronounce. (Although nobody can pronounce it correctly)       ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

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My name comes from Scotland. This is where my Dad's side of the family is from. I like this name because it provides me with a sense of cultural identity. My family is from all over the place and I've never known what to describe myself as when it comes to my cultural background. Am I English because I was born there? Am I Scottish because most of my family is from there? Or am I South African because that's where my parents were both born and where my Mom's side of the family is from? I can't say I'm English because in any sporting event my family will always go against England due to the long standing rivalry and in a sense hatred between the Scots and the English. I became split between South Africa and Scotland because in the rugby we support South Africa and in the football we support Scotland. So it was my name that decided it for me. I will never say I'm not South African but my name defines me and it defines me as Scottish.

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My name means light, a torch in the darkness.

I like my first name. The ‘Eli’ comes from the first three letters of my grandmother’s name, which was Elizabeth. The ‘na’ comes from the first two letters of my family name. I feel that this is quite unique.

I don’t like my last name. In my culture, you’re supposed to take the first name of your father, but I guess in my case, I got the first name of my mum and dad. Sheeba and Jose. Also, my dad’s name changed when he was young. His name was actually Joseph, but in his class, there were two people with the name Joseph, so people started calling him Jose. I would rather if my last name was just Nadakal, my family name.

Elina Nadakal.

Simple.

But there are some positives, like people pronounce my last name with a Spanish accent, and then they think I’m Spanish, and I like Europe, so that works well with me. My dad usually lies and tells people he is Spanish, but I tell them the truth because they might ask me to speak some Spanish, and that wouldn’t go down well. Because at the end of the day, no matter how much I want to be European, I am proud of my Indian heritage.

Light in the darkness, this is something that I think is very important in life. There should always be hope, no matter how bad things get. Hope is good.

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Some people have normal names like Sarah, Jane, or Sue

But not me, I’m called traveller, I’m called wanderer, I’m called freedom.

I’m called Gypsy.

My Dad wanted to call me India, Jasper if I was a boy, but my Mum said no.

My Mum wanted to call me Tilly, Oliver if I was a boy, but my Dad said no.

So they agreed on Gypsy

Whenever I meet people they say ‘that’s interesting’, ‘that’s unique’, ‘that’s different’

But to me, it’s just a name

My middle name is Ellis, that’s my Mum’s maiden name

I think it’s a boring name

It’s also a boy’s name

My last name is Cook, that’s my Dad’s last name

I think it’s ironic because I can’t cook.

People ask if I’m related to Captain Cook

I’m not.

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Legacy of a hero.

How am I to live up to a hero?
A freedom fighter against fascism in Italy. A gritty man, tanned skin as strong as iron, piercing blue eyes as clear as the Mediterranean sea he lived by. How can I, a child, skinny, and pale, carry the legacy of Giacomo Bolzon.

It's tradition to carry the name of of your paternal grandfather. A tradition was broken by me. My dad decided I wouldn't be, Allioni like my, dad, and his dad, and his dad, and his dad. The chain was broken. My dad says that's good because he thinks the name is cursed. Apart from my dad, each Allioni has been murdered. He jokes that by calling himself Malcolm he's saved his own life. I was named after my great, great Uncle. If he was alive to see it my Grandpa wouldn't be proud.

My middle name is George. The name is like Giacomo, but on my mum's side. It's my grandpa's middle name, his dad's name, his dad's name, and his dad's name, and it continues as far as family records go. Family records that lead back to the
Kavallieri ta 'l-Isptar il-Malta - The Knights Hospitaller.

My last name, Duxbury, isn't even my family's. My Grandpa was adopted by the Duxbury family after his dad was murdered from mob violence.

Giacomo. George. Duxbury.

Not a single name is unique. Not a single name is mine. But I don't mind. I have to make the name mean something

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My name is something my mother thought I was. But how can she think that when she has never met me? So different from my other, polar opposites from one another. We’re the same yet so utterly different. Sometimes I would imagine I was my own self and that I had a birthday that was mine to my own. Mine to my own.