Mine is my first initial followed by my middle name. Sounds boring until you hear the story behind it.
Many many many moons ago, a young boy was born. He had to be very young, because I don't even remember it. His parents intended on naming him Michael. At least, this is what was agreed to. His middle name was to be George. When this young boy got squirted out, the nurse asked his mommy what name to use. She was a little out of it and switched first name with middle name and so, George Michael was born into the world. But the parents of this young boy still called him Michael. In fact, they made no mention to little Michael that his name wasn't really Michael at all. So little Michael went along his marry way, content in the knowledge that his name was in fact, Michael (little did he know).
When little Michael started grammar school, the teacher asked him his name. He said Michael. So the teacher made out a card for the front of his desk saying "Michael". This went on each year until "not so little Michael" started Jr High. Here, the teacher doesn't ask your name. He calls "roll". When he got to not so little Michael's name, he called out George. Michael was shocked. He started looking around the room to see this person George who shared his last name. Could it be that he had a long lost cousin in his class? But alas, George did not raise his hand. Maybe he was sick that day and would be in tomorrow. At the end of roll call, the teacher asked if there were any names not called. Not so little Michael raised his hand, "You did not call mine" he said. The teacher asked his name and he replied, "Michael." "Well", said the teacher, "I did call your name." "It's George" But, "No" not so little Michael said, "My name is Michael." The teacher pointed to his black book and said, "But I have you down as George." Not so little Michael looked at the teacher and asked, "How stupid do you think I am?" "Don't you think that I know my own name?" (heh heh heh) That night, not so little Michael told his mom that she needed to call the school and straighten them out. She asked, "Why?" "What's wrong?" "They have my name wrong", said not so little Michael. "What do they have you as?", asked mom. "They think my name is George" was his reply. "Oh" "Your name IS George." said his mum. WHAT?!!!!!!!!
GMichael was born.
