Say My Name, Say My (ENTIRE) Name
I have a really unusual double name; it’s like Anne-Marie, except it’s so unusual that I have never encountered another person with my name. Let’s say, for the story’s sake, that it’s Mary-Ellen. My name is way more unusual, but it has the same amount of syllables and, like Mary-Ellen, it is made up of two very common girl’s names, without any unusual spelling.
The story behind it is that when I was born, my parents initially couldn’t decide on a name. My dad liked “Mary” and my mom liked “Ellen”. Instead of choosing between the two, my dad suggested combining them. There was no question of saving one name for a future kid, because it was a minor miracle my parents even had me, and there would be no other kids; my parents had been told they couldn’t have kids because of my mom’s health issues. My last name is prosaic in comparison — a common, profession-based surname, easy to remember and spell. Let’s say it’s Baker.
I like my name; I think it’s pretty, I like the story behind it, and to me, it represents both of my parents, whom I adore. My mom passed away when I was ten, and the second part of my name feels like a reminder of her. These are all reasons why I always go by my full name, not part of it or a nickname. I used to go by the first part of my name when I was very young and it was hard for my classmates to say my full name, but when I got older, my father insisted I go by my full name and I honestly agreed. (My father is a name-purist. He’s the only one — in a family where half the men have the same name — to go by his full name instead of a nickname, and he’s also the only one to call my stepmother, who has quite an unusual, difficult-to-pronounce name for the area she grew up in, by her full name and not the nickname everybody else uses.)
However, for some reason, maybe because it is so unusual, people always cut my name in half when they first encounter it. Especially in high school, whenever a new teacher, teaching assistant, or substitute teacher showed up, which happened every couple of months, they would mangle my name on the first roll call. This was really annoying to me, even more so because I was not the only person in my class with a double name; the others were just more common.
At one point, there were three other people with double names in my class — two boys and a girl — but my name was the ONLY one the teachers would mess up. Every. Single. Time. I had to correct them so many times that it became a full-on Thing in our class.
Whenever we had a new adult doing roll call, the following interaction would take place.
New Teacher: “Anne-Marie Smith?”
Anne-Marie: *Raising her hand* “Present!”
New Teacher: “John-William Jones?”
John-William: *Raising his hand* “Present!”
New Teacher: “Mary Baker?”
I’d raise my hand, slightly annoyed that this was happening AGAIN.
Me: “My name is Mary-Ellen, sir/ma’am.”
The rest of the class would then say, as one:
Rest Of The Class: “Present!”
This happened so many times that the teacher who handed me my diploma upon graduating high school made a joke about it in his little speech. Thankfully, every teacher I had was willing to use my full name after I mentioned it, though they did occasionally need reminding.