Kendrick Creative Writing

The teacher looks at her roster with one eye and at me with the other, asking, a bit curiously, “Do you go by Kendrick?” I nod my head, in a staid manner: yes, I do go by Kendrick. But I understand where she’s going: it’s such an unusual name, one that she doesn’t see often, and people with unusual names often go by something else. I don’t; for the most part, I like my name. Later that day, someone says “Hey, Kendrick,” passing me in the hallway. My brain freezes for a second; I have no idea who that person is! So I simply say “hey” back, so casually, and move on. However, that isn’t an uncommon occurrence; ever since middle school, I have been used to the idea of my reputation preceding me and people knowing who I am before they have even met me.
According to Behind the Name, the name ‘Kendrick’ comes from the Welsh Cynwrig, meaning chief hero. Some people say that this reflects who I am: the hoped-for savior of the
But sometimes, I feel like my brother should’ve gotten my name. His name is Carson, which my parents chose from a map of the counties in Texas. He inherited my father’s love of computers, while I got the geographic gene, so sometimes I feel like we should reverse our names, that I should get the geographic name and he should inherit my father’s name like he inherited characteristics of my father. On the other hand, my last name is my mother’s last name. My mom felt there were enough Duttweilers in this world - considering my father has four siblings, all with children (and some, even grandchildren) of their own. However, there weren’t going to be any more Fosters in the next generation - my aunt is unmarried. As a result, I inherited my mother’s last name, a bit untraditionally. With my mother ending up as the main breadwinner of the household, we also have an untraditional family structure, though, so it fits us. However, there are some associations with my name that many people make that