Tell It To Bells...
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Have you ever been embarrassed by your name?
My answer is yes! Many of you probably don't know that my first name is Belinda. Here are 3 stories about my name and the trouble that it has caused.
DON'T Sing That Song!
5th grade. New school. I walked into art class and was greeted by the art teacher. He asked what my name was and I replied "Belinda." He was very happy to hear my name and started to sing a song called "Beloved Belinda." He asked me if I had ever heard of the song. I replied with "No." This man went on to sing the song almost every day! I would avoid eye contact in the hopes that this would prevent him from singing it. Nope, didn't work. I did a search for the song that caused me to want to hide from this weird hippy teacher everyday! Guess what?! I COULDN'T FIND A SONG WITH THAT NAME!!!! So this weirdo was lying and just wanted to sing to me. That gives me the heebie jeebies!
Mad About You!
(yeah I got mad alright!)
(yeah I got mad alright!)
1986. I am in Middle School. 8th grade to be exact. I have transferred from another school and I am quickly making new friends. A woman by the name of Belinda Carlisle has come out with a smash hit by the name of "Mad About You." All of a sudden I am no longer known as Belinda, I am now BELINDA CARLISLE!!! "Hey Belinda Carlisle! You're famous!" It was fun for about a week, and then became absolutely cringe worthy! I was also expected to know all the freaking words to the song! I think I liked that song for a week and didn't want to hear it again!
The worst story for my name takes place in High School in my 11th grade Honors English Class. One of my favorite teachers Ms. McCarthy passes out a new book for us to read. I can't remember the name of the book, but I believe it might be the book shown above. But I know for sure that there was a character by the name of Belinda in it. As we are reading the book we begin to notice something. Belinda likes to have a good time. Yup, she likes to knock the boots! I didn't like where this was headed. That subject brings up an interesting conversation which turns into a question from the teacher. "What do you call a person that loves to have lots of sex to the point where they can't get enough of it?" *crickets chirping* "A nyphomaniac!" OH MAN! My mouth dropped open and I just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth! I could hear the wheels turning in the heads of all of the boys in my class as they were looking at me. And yes, they were all looking at me! In other words, since Belinda in the book likes to have lots of sex, then I must as well! It was horrible. This one boy by the name of Anthony would not leave me alone! Thank goodness the book was thin and we were able to read it quickly. That still didn't stop some of the boys for asking me questions throughout the school year.
So tell me, have you ever been embarrassed by your name? I know you've got to have a good story for me.
*UPDATE* Apparently the wonderful Nat over at Wicked L. Pixie has a feature with the same name titled WLP Wants To Know. So I must dig deep the tissue of my brain to come up with a spiffy new name for my feature. (I did! Look above! :D)