Personal Narrative: Kathleen Caroline Muck

Kathleen: My full name is Kathleen Caroline Muck, which, in my opinion, is a bit of a mouthful. I don’t hate my name, but I don’t really like it either. Kathleen and Caroline each seem like names for little old grandmas that fold tissues to keep in their purse for when they go out. Having a full name may seem kind of cool and professional when you get an award or sign your name, but the moment is always ruined by someone that knows me primarily as Katie snickering and saying Kathleen Caroline in a nasally voice to whoever is closest. Also, I find Kathleen particularly hard to spell when I’m struggling to write in cursive neatly for important documents. For example, if you were to look at my temps, you would see that I spelled my own name wrong. No joke. I spelled my name K-a-t-i-h-l-e-n, and to be perfectly honest, that isn’t the first time I’ve messed it up. How did I end up with such a name, you ask? Well, sit down and shut up because you’re about to hear a story. It all started on August 20, 2001, which, for the record, is not even my birthday. On this day, my mom’s water broke thus leading to the longest 4 days of her life. You see, since I was so
No. Kathleen isn’t a name that fits a Taco Bell-loving 16-year-old girl. It belongs to a granny with arthritis. And it’s true, one day I will wake up and truly epitomise a 50 something that everyone calls Kathy. But, unfortunately for people that think that is my name, today is not that day. For now, I’m going to stick with Katie. Further into the future, I see myself going by Kate and eventually Kathy. Then, when I’m old, wrinkly and in a retirement facility, the young nurses with probably call me Kathleen and I’ll be ornery, probably hit them with my cane and tell them it’s Kathy or Kate or maybe even Katie. It all depends on how I’m feeling that