I suppose you should know that my name hasn’t always been Katrina. When I was born my parents named me Filinda –
Filinda Blank. They didn’t think
anything of it at the time; they simply thought Filinda was a pretty name for
their daughter. But that changed once I
got into grade school. In first and
second grade teachers started handing out those worksheets you would
slowly fill out with the entire class one blank at a time. As we came to each blank space, and a correct
answer was given, the teacher would instruct us to, “Fill in the blank.” The kids in my class eventually noticed the
similarity between my name and the teacher’s request to “Fill in the
blank.” And so they began to tease me
all the time. “Fill in the blank. Filinda Blank. Ha Ha Ha That’s your name.” By the end of 2nd grade I was so
completely traumatized by their frequent teasing that my parents decided to
have my name legally changed to Katrina.
Now, I have to confess, the Filinda story is not a true story, but I sure
like to tell it. Ironically, since the hurricane
destroyed New Orleans and my birth-given name, I have contemplated having my
name legally changed to Filinda. After
all, one can only handle so many comments and teasing about their name.
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