I'm so glad my parents named me what they did, because I truly do think that a name makes a person. On the flip side, I have become so annoyed when people pronounce it wrong and do not care to correct themselves. I've had a few nicknames here and there, but one took off about four or five years ago, and I'm so grateful it did. I never knew how difficult "Andrea" could be, and sometimes people make it far more difficult.

1. Roll call is hell.

The first time you're sitting in a new classroom or your class has a substitute teacher, you have a minute to decide whether or not you're going to even bother correcting them or if you're just going to give a nickname.

2. When you have never heard someone murder your name so badly.

I never knew how many different variations of my name there could possibly be, first and last. Sometimes I wonder if my name is really that difficult or if some people just have fun with it.

3. Sometimes you just come off as rude.

Whether I'm in a doctor's office or in class, I always find it so rude interrupting their next sentence to correct my name. Sometimes when I hear, "(insert mispronunciation), is that you?" My response becomes, "Sure, we can go with that today!"

4. You become the one who corrected them.

Some people just hate being corrected. You become this rebel that they no longer trust.

5. Sometimes you don't answer soon enough.

Especially in college settings and doctor's offices, I wait it out, because there just may be someone else in the class that pronounces their name the normal way. In turn, some people get a little agitated when they are just about to move on to the next person when I finally speak up. I'm sorry OK.

6. When they nail the hardest name in the room, and not yours.

What? How? Can we go back to my name please?