...chapter we had learned the narrator’s name, Esperanza, which means “hope” in English. “It was my great-grandmother’s name and now it is mine/ She was a horse woman too, born like me in the Chinese year of the horse_ which is supposed to be bad luck if you’re born female-but I think this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like the Mexicans, don’t like their women strong.”(p110) this quote meaning that the narrator, Esperanza, explains that she was named after her grandmother and they share the Chinese birth year of the horse, so she expressed a requirement to have known her grandmother. She also expressed her belief to deflect her fate. So that they want to be strong. The quote “the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow." this also shows her grand mother who was physical and spiritual being was defeated by an unwanted marriage. She explained her grandmother is the one of the others who spend their lives looking out window and trying for escape in her hole life. Esperanza wonders if her grandmother made the best of her situation or she turned her anger at her husband; therefore, hurt herself more than her husband could have. Esperanza would like to change her name to one that expresses true for herself, but she does so in a random way that we are not meant to take seriously. “In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting.” (p109) This quote from the chapter “My Name,” which is a metaphor for hope and expectation...
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...“My Name” My given name is Pedro. It is a Spanish form of the name Peter. I got my name because my father’s name is the same. My last name is Sanchez, which is also a Spanish name. My grandfather’s last name is Sanchez, and he was born in Spain. Sanchez is derived from the given name Sancho, meaning “sanctified”. Sanchez is the 8th most popular Hispanic last name. I like my name, but it is a very common male name. Also, my nickname is Pedrito, a sweet form of the Spanish name Pedro. My relatives and friends call me Pedrito, but they never complement it because it is not a very distinguished name. I do not feel my name causes people to treat me in a particular way, but I love my name because it is special to me. Because my name is derived from the Greek word “Petra” meaning “stone, rock”, I could associate my name with any rock. However, there are many types of rocks, and there are a wide range of colors of rocks, depending upon the presence of minerals. If I have to choose an specific color, blue is my favorite. There is a rock named “azurite”, an Arabic word meaning blue. Searching the internet I found that there is a plant named San Pedro. This plant is a cactus that grows in the desert. The plant is light to dark green. I also found a place in California named San Pedro Rock. It is a huge rock formation emerging from the depths of the sea. My name have different meanings and associations. I do not want to change my name; Peter was the name...
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...Have you ever wonder to yourself what does your name? Where did it came from? I did. I decided to do some research on what my name meant, and figure out if my name fit me. When I was born my parents decide to name me Celina, which in Latin means sky or heaven. They decided to name me Celina because my mom liked the singer Selena. On the other hand, my dad liked the name, but not the singer.They eventually both agree my name was going to be Celina, but have it spelled than the singer Selena. I recently asked my parents if they knew what my name meant. Their answer was no. Therefore, I started to google my name online because I wanted to know the meaning of my name; it meant sky or heaven. There are several reasons my name does not fit me....
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...of your name and how you feel about it. My full name is Saidah Lauren Belo-Osagie. My name is definitely different from the average Joe’s, but it’s special because I know that even though it’s hard to pronounce, people will say, “Hey, you’re the girl with the hard to remember name.” And that’s okay. That’s because I know that my name means something special: Joy. My parents named me Saidah because they believed that I would bring joy and pleasure to the family, especially because right when I was born, a dove came to my window. That was definitely a good sign. The origin of my name comes from the Muslims. I’m not Muslim, and neither is my immediate family. But for some reason, my paternal grandpa was Muslim, for there were many Muslims in Nigeria. They insisted my name be Muslim even though that’s not what my mother had in mind. She wanted to name me Jasmine, a nice, pretty name. Even though I would like the name Jasmine, it was a common name. I need a somewhat peculiar name for a somewhat peculiar girl like me. People usually ask me what I feel about my name because it is so different, but I personally like it. At first I thought it was uncanny and bizarre, and I’d often ask my mom why it wasn’t something that everyone knew. But, of course, my name defines who I am, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Several times, people would ask me what my name was, and when I said it was Saidah, they thought it was a pretty name. That made me feel much less insecure about my name. SAIDAH BELO-OSAGIE...
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...The Story of My Search “A name represents identity, a deep feeling and holds tremendous significance to its owner”, by Rachel Ingber. This quote is true, my name hold’s feelings that it’s basically trapped in a file book. Only I have the key to open it. I’m the owner of my name, Bethany Kendall Sheely. I already know half of what’s in my file book about my name. Bethany comes from the New Testament in the Bible. Lazarus, Mary, and Martha lived and did their studies there. My name also means House of Figs, House of Song, and House of Mary. Bethany is also Hebrew and used mostly by Catholics. Kendall is an English baby name which means Royal Valley. Also means valley of the River Kent. Now I didn’t know much on Sheely. I knew it’s Irish and...
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...My Name My first name is Isabella, but I prefer to be called Bella. My middle name is Grace, and my last name is Affrunti. I have not been confirmed yet but I have already picked the name Teresa. I received the first name Isabella from my mother. My grandfather wanted to call me Bella because Bella means “beautiful” in Italian (Affrunti, T). He passed away almost two years ago, but I still remember him calling me “Bella Mia.” That is Italian for my beautiful. The name Isabella in Hebrew means’ oath of God or God is my oath (Campbell 1). In Italian, the name Isabella is derived from the name Elizabeth (Richman 112). Isabella’s etymological origins are from Italy and Spain (Stafford 421). Isabella is the Latinate form of Isabel (Campbell 1). The name Isabella or Isabel was worn by many medieval royals (Campbell 1). I think that my first name has foreshadowed that I would become a follower of God. My name means God is my oath, and I go to Mass to worship God and follow his teachings....
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...Cornelius Jacobi Adams is my name, but what is the real meaning behind such a unique and interesting name. When Mrs Beddingfield assigned this essay, I didn’t know anything but a few pieces of information about my name. Cornelius was just a name my mother gave me because she knew I would be smart so she wanted a name to fit in with that, and Cornelius sounded quite interesting and intelligent. I really don’t know anything about my middle name, Jacobi,except for the fact that it just sounded good. My last name, Adams, comes from my grandmother’s name. Adams was her name when she got married and she had it ever since. I would like to discover more about my name and the real meaning behind it. I would also like to know where my name came from and where did it originate from. By using the Internet, a personal interview, and a book, I discovered interesting fact about my first,middle,and last names. What I Learned My first name, Cornelius is not as popular today as it was in the 16th through the 18th centuries. It is found in the bible. In the new Testament, Cornelius is found in Acts as a wise...
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...Cornell, that's pretty nice.” She replied smirking “Haha yeah. It's almost like a tradition in my family to go there. How about you?” “I went to New York University and studied law. It's actually a tradition in my family to go to Cornell too. I grew up in a foster home most of my life and didn’t learn about the tradition until recently when I was digging into my birthparents past and stuff.” Kamberly replied. “I grew up in a foster home too. Maybe that's where we have seen each other. Where did you grow up?” he asked “I’ve grown up here, in New York for my whole life. Never lived anywhere else. How about you?” “Oh, that can’t be it then. I grew up in Washington most of my life.” he replied “Weird question, but what’s your last name?” she asked. She had a feeling that she needed to ask that question. She didn’t know why it just kept nagging at her mind. “Arrowmen.” She felt her jaw drop and her eyes widen. She couldn’t believe it. The hair, the eyes, the smile. It all seemed too familiar. She had known there was a possibility that she had siblings, but she never put much thought into it. “That my last name.” she replied quietly. His eyes started watering. He couldn’t meet her...
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...Kristen Ngan is the name. The type of girl who is very adventurous, creative, “kikay”, loves collecting girly things, fashion and colors! I can say that every object in my plate, symbolizes me or my personality. The “Pink Shoe” and the “Pearl Bracelet” represents Fashion. I've always had a 'Passion For Fashion’. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been reading fashion and beauty magazines. I was always wondering how women could bring out the best in themselves. In fashion, my biggest inspirations are definitely Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe and Gabrielle Chanel. They show the difference between a woman and a lady. In my free time I like to read fashion magazines, fashion and beauty blogs. I love to surf the internet to look up all sorts of fashion online shops. Not just to see what’s new, but to get inspired as well. Being involved into “fashion” is really a big thing for me. Because in that way i help myself increase my self-esteem. My interest in fashion started at a young age. I enjoyed spending my days alone playing with my Barbies. I repurposed their clothes with a stapler and tape and gave them haircuts to match their look. The “Green Ribbon” represents how girly I am. The “Red Nail Polish”. When I became a teenager, like I said, I love colors! and so I’ve been very addicted to nail polish. Its just I’m so plain, without them. And I really take good care of my nails. Also, believed in the saying “Nails Are Like Jewels, Don't Use Them Like Tools”. The “MAC...
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...Abbina: Hello, I am Abbina. Carrie: Hello, I am Carrie Arlene: Hello, I am Arlene Hilaree: Hi, I am Hilaree. Javen: Hello, I am Javen, and we are at a crime scene. Someone has stolen (prizes) from your teacher. We were brought here as suspects and your assistances to find which one of us stolen the (prizes). The winner will get a share of the (prizes). You win by gathering the most points. You can win a point by winning a game. Don’t worry if you don’t win a game, you can get points by solving the crime and figuring out which one of us stolen the (prizes). Your suspects are Javen, Hilaree, Abbina, Carrie, and Arlene. You will receive clues from winning each game. If you break a rule, you lose half a point. If an student is frequently breaking...
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...My name is Yolanda Briones , I am Mexican and I’m 17 years old. If anyone would ask me how I would describe myself, I would say kind, hardworking and humble. I don’t really understand the history of our world and all the problems or differences some countries have against others. I think we are all equal, and we all have the same value. I treat everyone the same way. I don’t care in what conditions they were raised in or if they are poor or rich. I was raised by a Mexican mother, she thought me all I know, and thanks to her I’m the person I am today. We were not economically happy, we didn’t have a huge and fancy house, but she always tried her best and hardest to get my brother and me everything we needed, not the things we wanted, but the things we needed, which are the ones that are really important, she would say. She always told me “You are a little person, and maybe you can think that you are just -one more- , on this entire world, but you can be gigantic if you want to, you can make the difference everywhere you go, and please don’t look for wealthy, look for your happiness ‘’ .And that’s what I’m trying to do, I am looking for my happiness. A few years ago, I found out my happiness is helping people, in every way I can. That’s why my dream career is always been; a doctor or a teacher. Doctors save lives, and teachers help us build them. I had excellent teachers few years ago, many of them have really inspired me to be better, they have had a great effect on me, with...
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...deliberate strokes I signed my kindergarten masterpiece, M-A-R-K, narrowly missing the puddle of wet white glue above the floppy plastic eyeball. I paused with a familiar thought: it just didn’t fit. Mark was just too short and awkward sounding and such a great tissue paper turkey deserved a better signature. I couldn’t escape the disappointment because Mark followed me in bold letters everywhere. On my lunch box, the tag inside my coat, my baseball glove, etc. The name Mark was like the annoying neighborhood kid you get stuck with over summer vacation and just can’t get rid of. I had no idea that over time, this unwanted companion would become my respected friend. Why couldn’t I have names like my brothers? Richard was the oldest and his name was strong and confident. Best of all he could be Rich or Richard, a multifunctional name; Richard when he became president and Rich with his buddies on the playground. And then there was Russell who could always be Russ when the need arose. What were my parents thinking? Did they just run out of letters? It was obvious to me that my name should’ve been Robert. This theory was reinforced by my Sesame Street logic: Richard, Russell, Robert, Mark; which one of these just doesn’t belong? I wanted Robert… not Mark, and like that unwanted tag along there didn’t seem to be anything I could do to get rid of it. As years went by, various experiences made me more accepting of my name. One of the most memorable came...
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...In English my name means someone who is wise and honorable. According to the Biblical references, my name means judgment of God. In Chinese, my name means lucky family. My Chinese name was chosen by my wise grandparents. My English name was chosen by my parents from a movie. Daniel is also the name of the main character of The Karate Kid, Daniel LaRusso. In this movie, Daniel moves to a new city and being the new kid in town, he gets bullied by a gang of tough students from the local karate school. Daniel befriends a Japanese handy-man, Mr Miyagi who is the janitor at his apartment block. He is later trained by him & taught the ancient art of kung fu & eastern philosophy which he uses to overcome the bullies. My name is Daniel because of that main character. I am like that person because I was also bullied when I was in elementary school. Although I like kung fu, I did not learn it to overcome my bully problem. I do not wish to be like Daniel LaRusso because I do not think that violence is the solution to our problems. People have responded to my name as if it were an original name and as if there were too many Daniels in the world. When people say my name, they make it sound plain and not unique at all. So instead of calling me Daniel, I ask them to call me Dan or Danny. A little variation helps make my name more unique. A nickname I would like would be a nickname that makes mean important person. Something with power that people would obey me by. A nickname like...
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...All American Windows My Biggest Success - Scholarship Submission Miguel Ruiz 3200 Saint Juliet St. apt# 2124 Fort Worth, TX 76107 817-706-3555 The University of Texas at Arlington Graduation: May 2016 / Major: Business Administration - Marketing Submit to: frankie@randmarketing.com My name is Miguel Ruiz, a 22 year old first generation college senior from Fort Worth, TX who never imagined himself coming this far. I come from a family who values hard work but falls short of placing higher education on their priorities list; and being the son of a single 16 year old mother, it was easy to count me out of college at an early age. Nevertheless, over the years, I stood out in school and remained enrolled in honors and advanced placement courses. Following high school graduation I attended Tarleton State University in Stephenville, TX, stamping my place in my family’s history as the first ever to attend a university. There I rushed and joined a national men’s fraternity, another first for my family. From then on I remained active on and around campus in several organizations and in charity work; all the while developing myself into a better student and a better man. However, all did not go well in my first two years at Tarleton. Having no clue what to expect living on my own away from home and surrounded by distractions, my grades began to decline. My mother then forced me to come back home and continue my schooling in Fort Worth. I soon...
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...My name is Keith Curry, so I have been told for the last 27 years. I’m here at Henry Ford Community Collage pursuing an Associate’s degree in Respiratory Therapy to be followed by, if not proceeded by, a Bachelor’s degree in the field of Medical Management from our neighbor U of M Dearborn. Both of these degrees will be crowned with the completion of a Master’s program in the field of Physician’s Assistant. As a child it was never a dream of mine to be a doctor or any kind of assistant of one. So what brought me here? Let’s see if we can figure it out together shall we. School was never really my thing. I mean I have the aptitude for it but just never cared for it. In my teens I always wrote it off as one of those old clichés. You know the ones I’m referring to. “Preacher’s kids are the worst”, “Doctor’s kids do the most drugs”, and of course my favorite “Teacher’s kids are the ones most likely to hate school”. Well, like you I fall into that teacher’s kid category. My mom recently retired from the Detroit Public School system after 21 years of service as an elementary school teacher, 3 years as an assistant principle, and 11 years as a principle. I guess you can say my mother prepped me for collage life early. I can remember sitting in the back of lecture halls at Wayne State doing my homework while she was in class working on her Masters. The “Wedding Cake” building was my second home as I sat in on many a meeting with her professor’s and counselors. I promised myself I...
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