For an inaugural post to this community I had illusions of writing something deep, unusual or really thought-provoking. Instead, I’m settling for something simple and personal.
I am here upon Ed’s (@whatEdsaid) invitation and insistence. She shared the video: Obvious to you. Amazing to others which was truly wonderful; however, that’s another story that belongs in another post. See, Ed and I have never met face-to-face. In fact, our Twitter friendship is fairly new and grew out of a random comment on FOMO (ask Ed).
My name is Malyn. Ed is the first and only person on Twitter to ask me how to pronounce my name. Seriously. Why is that important? It’s not like you need to say it when tweeting. Well, I’m an immigrant from the Philippines and for as long as I can remember, Australians struggle to pronounce my name; I don’t really know why. It gets tiresome after a while and so I no longer bother to correct people, even friends. It’s just a name, right?
Yet it does matter because my name is my own. It is part of who I am. It matters to me that people I care about get it right and thankfully, they do. I appreciate when people bother to get it right and occasionally this happens. Call it empathy but I do bother to try and pronounce other people’s name properly. And that’s what this post really is about: bothering to get someone’s name right.
Do you bother to ensure you get your students’ names right? Your peers and colleagues? Acquaintances? Inquire within. A true inquirer bothers to ask.
p.s. Ed and I had a funny Twitter exchange on how to pronounce my name. I’m not sure she got it so I’ll make it easier by attaching an audio recording (or try this). And if she still can’t get it right, I’ll make sure she does when we meet face-to-face on Wednesday, because she bothered to ask in the first place.