Something random I realized today.

[apocalypsos]

I know it's a cliche, but I can seriously remember my mother asking me at some point or another during my childhood, "Well, if everybody else jumped off a bridge, would you?"

As someone stuck with the most popular girls's name of the late seventies in a grade where the percentage of girls who shared that name rose into the double digits, if I had had any balls whatsoever, I should have snapped back, "Gee, I don't know. If everybody else named their daughter Jennifer, would you?"

Granted, if I would have had balls, I wouldn't have had that problem, but still.

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[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

For added fun in my classes, all of the girls who were named Jennifer had last names from the latter half of the alphabet. So it would end up being five or six of us crammed into the last two rows, which was not in the least bit confusing when the teacher would turn around from the blackboard to see all of our hands raised to answer a question and say, "Yes, Jennifer?"

I think at one point in my childhood, we were Jen, Jenn, Jennifer, Jennie Ann, Jenny, and the sixth one depended on who was stuck going by their last name. (Which was me a lot of the time, because I was the only one aside from my eight-years-younger brother in the county's school-going population who had that name.)

[fyrdrakken]

So many Jennifers (and Amys) in my high school that everyone called me by my last name, teachers and students.

I considered myself a great deal more fortunate in that regard than Jennifer Roach (who also went by her surname).