Do you happen to have any nicknames? Describe where the nicknames came from and what they mean to you.
I was searching for potential prompts to write for this week, and if I am to be honest, a lot of them where ones that I had already conjured up on this blog. When I read this one in particular, it actually sparked my interest.
It must have been near the end of my eighth grade year that I was given my first official nickname, and it has stuck with me ever since. On extremely rare occasions do my close friends address me as Sarah. In fact. them speaking my proper name is not a familiar sound that my ears are accustomed to hearing. Instead, I am simply known as Sars (pronounced the same way as the prefix of Sarah is). It's certainly not a conventional nickname, but I think that's part of the reason why it has stuck with me for all of this time. I can recall one morning in a past biology class a while ago where my class was playing a vocabulary game. We were prompted to write our nicknames on the scoreboard and what not, but my name was erased by my quirky (and at times, rather nonsensical) teacher, as he claimed it to be "inappropriate". Why, you ask? Well, if you were to google "Sars" on the internet, nothing other than "SARS - Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome" comes up. As you can imagine, I learned quite the revelation that day . . . but that's not to say it didn't stop my friends from addressing me as such either.
It must have been near the end of my eighth grade year that I was given my first official nickname, and it has stuck with me ever since. On extremely rare occasions do my close friends address me as Sarah. In fact. them speaking my proper name is not a familiar sound that my ears are accustomed to hearing. Instead, I am simply known as Sars (pronounced the same way as the prefix of Sarah is). It's certainly not a conventional nickname, but I think that's part of the reason why it has stuck with me for all of this time. I can recall one morning in a past biology class a while ago where my class was playing a vocabulary game. We were prompted to write our nicknames on the scoreboard and what not, but my name was erased by my quirky (and at times, rather nonsensical) teacher, as he claimed it to be "inappropriate". Why, you ask? Well, if you were to google "Sars" on the internet, nothing other than "SARS - Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome" comes up. As you can imagine, I learned quite the revelation that day . . . but that's not to say it didn't stop my friends from addressing me as such either.