My Name

Robin Yamini
English 109.01
Snapshot 1, 09/30/2010
My Name

My name, my name is great. I think it is. I got my name 18 years ago on December 31, 1991. Robin is what they named me. I feel great about it. I do not dislike it at all. In fact, I think it fits me. My name is like the bird in the sky. But in fact, my name is really a name of a bird in the sky. As I went through life, this is what I was known as. Especially in fifth grade, I got the nickname as Robin the Big Bird. That is because I was one of the tallest one in my class. I felt great about this nickname. I am the human bird, as I thought to myself but too bad I cannot fly. One time I even made my class laugh because my name is Robin. We had to introduce ourselves by saying our name and say something you like starting with your first letter of your name. I said, “I am Robin and I like Robins.” Oh, what a joy to have a name like this.

Recently, my siblings make jokes about my name. Occasionally, they tell me to go eat bird seeds or something else that a bird would do. This doesn’t bother me. I am proud of my name. Robin is who I am. Having a name of a bird makes me like birds, makes me want to be like them.

Nanananana Batman. Robin, Batman’s partner, is also associated with my name. People make comments, I go with it. It is like living the American dream. Living with a name of Robin thinking I am Batman’s psychic. That is what is great about my name. My friend and I. We tell each other that we are going to recreate Batman with me being Robin of course.

Yes. Something like Bird Man or Batman’s psychic will do.