Ironic that today's item is "your name," because I was going to blog about this anyway.
Read this program closely. Look for it... Ahh, yes.
I didn't legally change my name after getting married a few months ago. It just didn't make sense to me to go through all the trouble of changing my name legally when I'm still in school and have all this fiddling paperwork to deal with (not that I won't have to deal with it later, but I'm sure it will be significantly less not trying to deal with the various departments at the University).
But people don't seem to understand why I would do that. I changed my name on Facebook, which apparently magically changes my name all other places, and now I'm having a sort of identity crisis.
For some reason, people have always felt the need to call me by my first and last names as if they were one word: "Shannonwooooood" (and yes the "oo" is normally drawn out), and as soon as I got married, they kept doing it, but they changed my last name (at least now they enunciate instead of slurring it together). Whenever they do, I feel something squirming around inside me and I cry out lamely "That's not my name you know!" I'm not really sure why I do that. I should be totally proud of my new last name, especially since I never really liked my old one-- too common, too at-the-end-of-the-alphabet. Maybe that's what the issue is. I moved up all of 1/15 of a space in the alphabet. My poor kids will always be picked last for everything. At least the T-Z line is always really short.
Maybe it's because the new last name is German for "King of the Muddy Bank." If that's not a regal title, I don't know what is.
I guess eventually I'll stop feeling like I'm lying every time I say my last name. I guess I'll get used to the change eventually.
Just please don't call me Suzanne.