That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
I always love paper return time in class the first few weeks. I wait to we get around to the right alaphabet letters wait for the pause and the "Rye-isk" possible add an E on there if we get lucky. Then I say "Risky" and wait for the "hahaha-thats a funny name looks." Then I think to myself, you don't even have a clue how to spell my first name.
I have learned how quickly I can spell my name, pronounce it correctly, or make a joke at it all great things to have under my belt. "Like Risky buisness but spelled different." or "Yeah- like Britian but with another t and a y at the end." Golden I know.
Throughout the years I have contemplated the reasonings behind my mother picking to spell my common name in such an uncommon way. I've blamed it on the drugs and claimed it was an accident but as I grow older and think about it fits me better than she cold have imagined.
Well of course I'm just a common young woman doing all the things common young women do, but in another sense I'm so different from what the world would think or want me to be.When you truly get to know me and how to spell my name you start to understand what makes that extra "i" in there so important. How I have a few qualities that make me special in all the right ways.
Hi Brittainy,
ReplyDeleteI am writing in response to your comment on the "Faking It" blog. I'm not sure what YSA is like where you live, but my experience of YSA was just like what the author of "Faking It" descibed. Everyone was there to get married. There were very few girls who were interested in serious educational pursuits. Most worked in dead end jobs. I was one of the few who was actually going to college.
I got married before graduating, at age 21, and continued with my degree after marriage. A lot of people at church seemed to be surprised that I was continuing with my education. After I graduated, I felt pressured by the teachings of the church to pursue a career that would be family-friendly. That meant law school was out. Instead I went to teacher's college, and hated it.
It was only after leaving the church that I was able to allow myself to go to law school. Now I am getting close to the end of my first year and I love it. I know that I would not have been able to pursue this as a member of the church, because I would have felt guilty about going into a demanding career. I'm telling you all this just to give you a bit of a different perspective. As a female member of the church determined to go to law school, you are exceptional.
I wish you the best of luck in your educational pursuits.