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What's in a name.

To start off with this thing I just want to say I have never liked my name, ever. I honestly hated it but the name just fits me to well. I wished that my name was something weird that matches me and my personality. Like Puffball, Irikuri ( crazy in Yoruba), Wairudo (wild in Japanese), Ānanda (joy in Bengali); I would have been happy with all those things but I got a very common name. It has brought me a lot of pain in my life. There are other Sydney's out there that are more successful in life then I have ever been. It has made me the odd one out; and I'll never fit in. Whether that is good or bad I have yet to find out. But that's the part of life's journey I guess, you have to make something out of what you get. So far that is the name.

I am going to start telling you why I have never liked my name until recently. It's because of middle school. Those three years were the worst three years of my life, and it all started at my name. I was constantly being bullied by the popular people of the grade. I was to scared of going to the teachers to tell them about the bullying, for fear of being made of more. I did tell them later though, and as I thought they made fun of me even more for that and the teachers were never around to see it happening. The only thing that kept me going was band and my friend. I had only one real friend, the others were just acquaintances that sometimes made fun of me. I had bad thoughts that if I wasn't there anymore no one would notice. Those thoughts started to pop up in my head during the last year of middle school. You may be wondering why do I still look or act happy after all that has happened in middle school. I have come to appreciate life and its wonders like books, nature, FOOD, and family; I feel like the thing that saved me was music in middle school. I was afraid that high school would be the same, but that fear was put out as soon as I went to band camp and the first day of school.

My name picking process is nothing special. Just a list of name, which I am sure there was a cooler name than Sydney, on a piece of parchment... nah just kidding my parents are not that old , yet. They're getting pretty close though. Okay back on track. I don't think they had done anything funny when they had picked my name. I think she just closed her eyes and put down a finger. Opened her eyes then had a party and asked dad if he liked the name. Maybe not in that order, I don't know.

Now my mom's family has an interesting tradition for her family. She comes from a black dad and a Japanese mother. My mom is actually from Japan, that's what she told me but I don't believe her, and her mom is a native to Japan. My mom's side of the family has a tradition that every female will have a Japanese middle name. Mine is Takara either means Special child, Treasured child, or something else I can't remember.

If I ever have children I don't this to happen to them EVER. I'd name them Silver-Ebony, Sapphire, Emerald, Esmeralda, or Aurora. And I hope you liked this tail of my name. Good bye my unicorn.