I’m a Rachel. And I hate it. Hatehatehate it. I can’t blame my mom, because I was her first child, and she didn’t know what the naming trends were at the time. She just liked the name. Technically, I’m named after my Great-Grandma (Rhea [they pronounced it Ray-uh]), my grandma (Roselind Elizabeth–my middle name is Elizabeth), and my uncle (Raymond). I still hate my name.
It wasn’t so bad in elementary school–for some reason, I was the only Rachel in my grade. This made life fairly easy. For whatever reason, though, no one could ever spell my name right. It was always “Rachael” or “Racheal” or whatever the alternate spelling that I don’t use is.
Then, I went to middle school. There was one other Rachel. She spelled it differently. This was the one time in my life when my name was always spelled correctly.
Then I went to high school. There were quite a few other Rachels, most notably one that shared many classes with me. She spelled it the same way I do. While this meant that we could feign dumb if we didn’t know the answer, it did not ensure that our name would be spelled correctly–several teachers never got it right. Additionally, the other Rachels were much more sociable than I was. Hence, I got used to never turning the first time my name was called, unless it was my best friend, who usually called me “Rach” anyway.
At the same time, I started reading Animorphs. There was a character named Rachel there. I also started posting on an Animorphs message board. There were two other Rachels there. We all spelled it the same way. I adopted a psuedonym that I will answer to more readily than my given name.
Then, college. Oh, college. The honors college at my school, to be exact.
Rachels are smart, apparently. In our class of 74 people, there are six Rachels. There were three of us in one of my 20 people classes. We all spell it the same way. I have the same last initial as one of them.
There are three Rachels on my floor. My ex dated a girl named Rachel after he dated me. My SO dated a girl named Rachel before he dated me. It gives a girl identity issues when you hear your fiance mention your name, and you’re not 100% sure he’s talking about you. I hardly ever turn when I hear my name spoken. I try to go by Sanji–the name I adopted on the Animorphs boards–but, with the exception of Shadez, no one at school seems to get it!
My sister has a not-too-popular name. My cousin is named Simone. My other cousin is named Lucas. They have fairly unique names. And I am a Rachel in a sea of Rachels…
…don’t even start me on the name Mike. “I talked to Mike today.” “My Mike, or your Mike, or Justin’s Mike? Or Ekim? Or online Mike? Or…” ::screams::