Before I get to the story (well, stories) of how I got my names (both real and blog), two things:
1. Boy, nothing gets a conversation going like Facebook. Seriously, way to jump in and discuss, guys! I love hearing from you, so if that means I have to give shout-outs to random social networking sites every so often, I'll do it gladly. Also? Boxer-briefs are apparently very popular with the ladies. Keep that in mind, gents...
2. I just spent 10 straight minutes searching for a phantom smell in the living room. I thought maybe one of the cats had left "something" for us to find, but that wasn't quite what the small was. "Is something molding?" I thought. I got down on my hands and knees only to eventually discover... that's right, it was me. Hey, how good would you smell after three hours of fast-paced dancing, aerials, and conditioning? Yes, I'm going to shower as soon as I finish this.
Okay, on to the point of today's post. For those of you who didn't click this link, wherein I explain why I chose a nom de blog and allude to why I chose the one I did, I'll summarize. At the time, I was student teaching at a local high school as part of my Master's program at Stanford, and blogging under my real name. While I wouldn't necessarily have gone out of my way to share such personal info with my students, I didn't personally feel it was something I would hide from them if they asked (I later decided it was probably better to hide the deeper parts of my problems as much as possible). Because of that, I didn't think it was a bad thing to blog under my full name. My principal, however, found it and was VERY unhappy. She told me to take it down or leave the school.
You should've seen me FREAK OUT.
Seriously, at that time (we're talking only weeks after my hospital stay), blogging was my lifeline. If it had been taken from me, I don't know how I could have survived. If the choice literally would have come down to "Stop blogging or quit this program," I think I would have quit. Fortunately, we were able to compromise on my changing my name, taking the main page off the Google search index, and taking down all pictures of me for a while. It actually took a long time for it to get to a point where you could search my real name and not come up with the blog, but it's true now. Of course, it's still pretty easy to find it, but I'm also not teaching anymore, so it's a moot point.
Anyway, I changed my name. I wanted a name that was still meaningful to me, though, so I named myself after my dad. His first name was David (which he actually never went by, so I don't even think of that as his name very often), and his middle name was Lawrence, but he went by Larry. So Larry --> Lara, and David for a last name. I felt good choosing a name that mattered to me.
My parents, circa Long Ago.So that's the explanation for the pen name, but what about my real name? I'm still not going to come right out and say what my real name is, even though, as I've said, precautions are kind of unnecessary now and it'd be really easy to find me anyway. Call me weird, I don't mind. However, that said, I'm still going to tell you the story of how my parents chose my real name.
I have one of those names that is relatively common, but has a lot of different spelling options. People often ask why it's spelled the way it is, and, unlike most people who can only say, "I don't know, that's just how my parents spelled it," I actually have a reason.
Seeser (my sister - if you haven't figured that much out, you haven't been paying very close attention) is three years older than I am. Her name originally came out of a baby book, even though it's a very uncommon name. Mom and Dad liked the name, and dubbed my sister thusly when she was born. And then, my father, a lover of all word games and puzzles, came up with this brilliant observation:
"Hey, that has three letters from your name and three letters from mine! I wonder what letters are left over..."
And hence, my name was born.
Yes, that's right, my sister's and my names are an anagram of my parents' names: If you take my father's name (Larry, remember?) and my mother's name (another five-letter) name, and mix up the ten letters, you get the six letters of my sister's name and the four letters of mine. My name? Comes from the leftover letters.
Okay, not really. It's not like I have a horrible name like Fhqwgds or something (any SB fans out there?). I'm sure they wouldn't have done the anagram if it hadn't made a legitimate name. It just happened to turn out that they got two good names out of it, so they did it.
Plus? It's a cute story to tell when people ask about my name.
So, how did your parents choose your name? Are you named after someone? Or did it just "sound nice" when they put it with their last name?