This blog entry is dedicated to my mother and father.
So my mom and dad fortunately gave me the name Zachery. Sounds sweet right like it just rolls off the tongue. Let me tell you a little history of my name. I spelled my name Zachary ever since I was capable of doing so. The natural stages of life are that you are born, your parents teach you your name, and you learn how to spell that name over and over and over again. Zachary...Zachary...Zachary...Zachary.
Lets fast forward to my eighteenth birthday. I am riding in a bus in a stupor looking through the window with a smile that looks as though it had been plastered upon my face. The fall leaves were painting a blurred Van Gogh piece that humbly suited the situation. What situation you ask? ahhh an adolescent boy was about to receive his identification card that stated to the world of his newly acquired manhood....MY LICENCE. I arrived at the DMV to receive my highly anticipated drivers license. Everything went accordingly until the woman said something that took me off guard "Sir I will give you your license once you spell your name correctly." Ahh I must have been too excited in my dreaming state that I spelled it wrong. I looked at the paper and their before me as glorious as it had always been stood my beautiful name Zachary Lawrence Nims. I smiled and told the nice woman that the joke was up and for her to hand over my well deserved license after assuring her that my name was spelled perfectly. She then proceeded to tell me that if I wouldn't spell my name right then she wouldn't give me my license and that she wasn't playing around. I called my mom immediately crying on the phone explaining to her that they had let a woman from "one flew over the cuckoo's nest" man the window at the DMV. My mother endearingly asked me what the problem was and so I told her which is when my mother fell silent upon the phone. My whimpers and tears subsided some realizing that their may be some truth to what the wacko had told me. "Well actually your dad spelled your name wrong on the birth certificate and your real name is Zachery. I really didn't think that would matter." Prepare to be ridiculed for the rest of your adult life...my parents had just dropped a bombshell upon my head with no fall out shelter plan. Zachary...Zachary....Zachary the familiar and loved a had just been changed to an e. How would I cope with my newly acquired name. I should have taken a stand then and there and fought for my name that I had come to know, love, and have a beautiful relationship with. Me being young though I spelled my new alien name on the paper and my name along with my self respect died at the DMV. You hear horror stories about the DMV all the time but I doubt you have heard such a terrible tale as this. So afterwards what naturally followed was me being called an idiot for not knowing how to spell my name right after eighteen years. Thank you mom and dad for when it rains it pours and you caused a freaking typhoon. So now lets fast forward to today. Zach is luckily one of the most universally mispronounced name in the entire world. I would also like to thank my parents for that little fact. Lets go over what I have heard so far. The spanish pronounce it Fack. You might as well call me fag because that is what every other american hears that is with me. The Mexicans pronounce it Sack. I think it is good to be associated with something that is below the penis and gathers most of the disgusting sweat. The Koreans pronounce it Jack...I even had the uncomfortable situation happen the other day where a Korean said its so funny you spell Jack with a Z. I have never met a Jack spelled Zack. It is very original. So let me just to a quick recap. I am either a homosexual, a testicle holder, or the name of a homosexual lumber jack. So I guess I would have to thank my parents for this but hey I guess it is always interesting to see what new name I acquire in every new country I travel to and also the new ridicule I receive because of it.