What's in a Name?

My name is one of the things I love most about myself. It serves as far more than something to be called by. For me, my name is my legacy, to an extent, my identity. My name has a ton of meanings but the one that stuck out to my parents was "Devoted One". In my family, the names go in alphabetical order based on age; My eldest sister's name is Achley, my second eldest sister's name is Bethany, then of course there's me, Camille. After me, my little sister's name is Dorea. Unfortunately my parents broke tradition with my little brother John III, but we'll forgive them eventually. My middle name is Elaine. I share my middle name with my aunt, as do all of us girls in my immediate family. In this sense, my name makes it easy to identify which one of the Thompson girls I am; I'm the C-one, so I was born third. One thing I've always noticed about my name is the reaction I get sometimes. My best friend told me when we had our first class together and my name was called for attendance, she immediately looked for a Caucasian girl. This isn't the first time I'd been told I have a "white name". One of my dad's coworkers was sure my mother was white when he told them her name and all of our names. It's never bothered me, but it has always made me wonder how I would've been received by some if my name was a "black name", if a such thing indeed exists. 

The list of my nicknames is extensive. From Cammy, Cam, Cece, Cammy Wammy, to Laney, which comes from my middle name Elaine, the list never ends. I answer to them all, but ultimately from close friends. If someone I don't know called me Cammy, I'd be slightly offended because, for me, if I allow you to call me something other than Camille, it's because I have some sort of personal relationship with you. As for marriage, I think I would change my last name because I feel that it would be part of showing commitment to that person and, in a sense, giving them a piece of me personal identity to show what they mean to me. Altogether my name is a piece of me, at the end of the day when I'm gone, my name will be what carries my memory. My name is Camille Elaine Thompson. There won't be another,and that, is something I treasure.