In my head I keep remembering my teacher saying her pet peeves and how she hates when people mispronounce her name, so do I professor.
When reading the story of Firoozech there she stated that, "All of us immigrants knew that moving to America would be fraught with challenges, but none of us thought that our names would be such an obstacle" (Dumas 506). This reminded me of school even though she meant coming to America. This is similar to what I think of. When coming to school as a first day, students don't want to have bricks on their shoulders when there is already enough of it. Identity is one of the keys that humans have, and we want to have respect with the names that we have. People like me who have such unique names do not wish to be made fun of because that shows no respect. So what if our parents chose the names that we have. We should embrace it and not be embarrassed. And if people who have normal names choose to make fun of people who have unique ones, well then that shows their jealousy because their names are not as cool as ours. .
"My father, incidentally, had wanted to name me Sara. I do wish he had won that argument" (Dumas 606). Firoozech said this phrase when she wished her dad named her Sara instead of her name now, just because her name is so difficult to be called by Americans. Ever since I came to America about eight years ago, school was not my favorite place to be because of everyone not knowing how to pronounce my full name. "It was HELL to me" is what I always thought. When I came to U.S.A. and heard how my name was called, I was in full shock. I did not understand why it was happening to me and not other kids in class with easy American names. I was like, " this world must really hate me because I was the kid with extremely odd and weird name given to me by my lovely parents." I questioned my dad often times saying "Papa why did you have to have a long last name and given me this name Kanykei, not only do I have this name but my last name is not any better.