I am a worrier. I tend to think through and worry about all the little details in life... sometimes there are mundane silly details that aren't even worth my time, and yet I worry about them.
What's the latest detail that's eating away at my worrisome little heart? My nickname... that's right my nickname. You see I'll be starting medical school this fall, and with that comes a whole new group of friends and a whole new type camaraderie.
Growing up in middle school and high school I had a Danniele and a Daniele in my class, and I am of course a Danielle (which by the way is the correct way to spell the name, none of this extra N one L business thank you). There were also several Daniel's. So to keep things from getting confusing we all had nicknames that we went by, Danniele was "G" (the first initial of her last name), Daniele was Dani, and I was Johnson (my last name). All of the Daniel's also had nicknames but I don't remember theirs.
Anyway, although Johnson isn't the greatest nickname it certainly wasn't the worst. However, my family always called me Dani, and so when I went away for summer camp, and swim camp, and mission trips I would often introduce myself as Dani. But I never dared to correct a teacher, you know during the first day of class when they ask you if there is something else you like to be called, I never had the courage to speak up and say Dani, and really I actually liked my full name. So it never seemed worth the trouble to correct a teacher.
When I went to college, several of my friends and swim team mates called me Dani, my family still calls me Dani, and The Preppy Boyfriend's sister calls me Dani (but she spells it Danny - which drives me crazy!). Anyway, it doesn't phase me one bit that my family calls me Dani, but I'm just not sure I want anyone else to adopt that nickname. I mean for heaven's sake, I'm not a perky little teenager anymore, I'm a grown adult.
Here in Austin, one of my friends from my gym gave me the nickname Ellie, which is where my signature from this blog -Elle, came from. And I've grown rather fond of Elle. So, this brings me to my dilemma, when the big move for medical school happens am I allowed to give myself my own future nickname. Meaning rather than having someone adopt the nickname Johnson, or Dani for me, am I allowed to introduce myself by a nickname I would rather be called? I mean you can't get much shorter than Elle. It's quick, it's easy to say and easy to spell. And I think it's rather pretty, it brings to mind Elle Woods in her charming pink suit (although I would of course be sans Chihuahua, I need a big dog in my life)!
I know that some people spend their whole lives going by a nickname. Working on wall street with the Ivy League set I met my fair share of Tripp's, and Jr.'s, and Chip's, and Muffy's and so on... And in college I had an associate whose first name was Matthew, but he always liked his middle name better, so from the first day of class he started going by Austin, and he goes by Austin to this day. I'm just wondering, is it lame to carry a nickname from one phase of life into another?
Also, I created a Facebook page for our class of medical school, and over 1/3 of our class are already members and having active discussions. So many of them know me by my full name which is what is on Facebook. Does that mean if I want to go by Elle, that I should correct them when we get to school? You see now how this is a worry-some problem right? Do you have any nicknames you like or dislike?