I always thought I had a pretty ordinary name. It’s not that I dislike it per se, but “Sandra” was a very common first name in the seventies and with a somewhat “ordinary”, typical GermanÂ last name, I wasn’t particularly happy with it.
There was another girl with theÂ same name at my highschool [how many people actually KNOW a person with the same name? Besides my Dad and my Granddad, who have the exact same name, too] and I found it annoying to be confused with her.
I used to be an active member of the student body pretty much all throughout middle school and highschool, but when there were announcements at the bulletin board, I repreatedly found my name with the wrong grade association – so it always looked like that other person with myÂ name was doing all the work, when, in fact, I did! That kind of pissed me off!
When I came to the US, I was somewhat relieved when I realized that “Sandra” is a lot less common of a name here and people are actually sometimes pleasantly surprised to hear it, because it’s kind of rare. The only few times I encountered another “Sandra” wereÂ either Mexican girls or older women. It seems like this name was more popular over here in the generation of my parents.
With the rarity of my name here came also a high level of inventiveness and speculationÂ on what my actual name is. Numerous people to whom I introduced myself as “Sandra” kept calling me “Sandy” [which I am not a great fan of]. Other people would just simply assume that my name is “Sondra” or “Zandra”.
The most interesting name variation though did I hear todayÂ when I went out to lunch with my co-workers. Someone actually put down my name as “Sandera”.
I mean, seriously, how hard can it be?