Miyuki's My Name Essay

My Name Personalities

            In Japanese, my name means beautiful fortune, beautiful happiness and deep snow. It feels like the mystery never decipher. It is like a number seven. A pink color. It is calm, like a

plog-plog of an empty bucket.

            Assume that I born in winter time. The snow inspired my parents to give me the half of my name “Yuki” meaning “snow” in Japanese and adding the other two letters to make “Miyuki” … Well that is what my mom have been telling me all this time. But of course, my dad has his own story too… he says that literally they steal my cousin’s name, fixing it just a little. I think he is right because it makes sense, ours name are almost the same, look: Yuki Daling and Miyuki Darling. Funny, right? I like it so far. But what makes me mad sometimes is when people give me nicknames, for example when I was in 6^th grade some of my friends used to call me “Chucky” yes! That killer doll, or “mi yucca” (Spanish) meaning “my yucca”. Honestly I was not comfortable having them calling me chucky or mi yucca. It was irritable to hear them every time, but it could not make me hate my name, on the contrary, I loved it even more.

            I do not think in a name that could ix on me so well like “Miyuki” it is quiet, strong as a scorpion, and weak as a leaf saying good bye to his friends while it was falling to the ground. I am those kinds of person that once I feel affinity and trust with someone, I can give you a bunch of rain storm of trust and confidently, that is why my name fix so well on me, it describes me and it is telling people how I am. I am in love with my name ad I would never change it. 

Katia's My Name Essay

This Choose Me

            In Spanish, my name means earth worker, but in English it is an angel from above. It is euphoria, a confident name. You can hear it shhhhh, shhhhh like a sweet gust of wind in autumn that touches gently your face and ruffles your hair. You can feel inside of your body, so beautiful and free. It is like the number eight or the number five, just depends on you. A color explosion! Sometimes happy like the colors red, orange or green, sometimes more dark as blue black or brown. It is a long, lasting and large sound, almost infinitive, but that no matter how quiet you say it, you can hear it from kilometers in the distant … you just cannot ignore this, the name calls for your attention.

I got my name from my dad, his name is Jorge so I’m the female way. Mom said that they chose my name because they thought that I will born as a boy, but a sweet surprise! I was a strong baby girl so they had to change the name because obviously, I can’t be called Jorge, I think that a girl in this society with that name can be a little strange. Mom always tells me that when I was inside her it was like a million butterflies fighting together. As a child, I never was calm, I never slept, I was always doing something. I was completely a box of energy and emotions all the time. 

At home, I can’t be called another way; if I don’t clearly hear Georgina, how can I know that is me? Maybe they are talking with the wall. But there as being a little issue with being called correctly by my grandma. It costs me like a hundred year to teach her how to said my name properly. But well until now I don’t even know why, it just sounds weird inside her mouth. So, I give up, and prefer that she says my nickname, more easy and simple but always the same thing

I never thought to change my name, it is valuable for me just like the more precious jewelry that you can have. When you say Georgina, I feel like I want to take a unicorn and begin to chase the clouds. I know that this name was destined to be me, no one else has it, it is unique. I just cannot imagine myself with another name. Maybe if my parents would choose another name I won’t be the same, I will be a completely different type of person. This name completes me; this fills my soul. This name has its own personality. This name was destined to me from my mom’s belly I’m sure of that.

Celeste's My Name Essay

Heavenly

            In Spanish, my name means “from the heaven.” In French, it means ‘heavenly;”

probably that means that I am an angel. It is surprise. It is like the number six. A light blue color.

It is the whoosh sound of the wind, and its hard try to throw the trees on the floor.

I am the first in my family with such a name, or at least, that is what my mother says. She wanted me to be “Merari,” and I know it is a beautiful name too, but honestly, I think mine is much better. I am as strong and fierce as a horse. I am proud of how I am, like a butterfly is glad of its colored wings. It feels good to have such a particular name, it makes me who I am. Beautiful, strange and mysterious.

It was a book that named me, and probably that is the reason why I want to read every single book that has been written. The problem is that it was not a fiction book, neither a historic nor poetic, like the ones I like to read. It was a “Baby’s names” book, but at least it was a book and is that what indisputably matters.

In English, the way to pronounce my name changes, but just a little bit. In Spanish, it is “Celeste,” and every letter has a sound and an important part in it. But in English, the last “e” has not sound, and, in an American’s mouth, my name sounds like “So let’s…”. Because of that, sometimes I get confused.

If in the future, I have the option to change my name, I will probably not change it. Because it is my name, I appreciate it, and my mom did choose it especially for me and I like it. I’m sure when I say, that I won’t change it. Not even for all the books on the planet.