Introduction: Who am I?

My name is Caitlyn. My mom once told me that if I were a boy, she would have named me Christian. I’m not named after anyone in particular, my mom just likes names that end with ‘n’. Hence, my older sister’s name is Allyson. Then there’s my last name, Zawideh, which puts me at the end of every alphabetical list I’ve ever been on. I was always last to take my yearbook photo in school. Alphabetically assigned seats always put me in the back of the room. My locker was always at the very end of the hallway. I don’t mind being at the end of the alphabet so much now. Yearbook photos and locker placement are no longer things I need to worry about.

Once, I asked my dad what our last name means. He told me he couldn’t remember exactly, but it might mean “great” or “great ones,” something like that.

We called his mom to ask, and she replied, “Great, good, some of us are okay.”

Names are always the first thing we think to give in an introduction, and they are important insofar that people know how to address you, but other than that, they say nothing about who you are as a person. When we are asked to give an introduction, we are answering the question “Who am I?” If given enough time, this question can easily become an existential one. Instead of dwelling on the existential, here are some icebreaker-eque fun facts:

  • I’m a Sophomore studying Computer Science
  • I transferred here last semester from Michigan State
  • My favorite movie is Baby Driver 
  • Once, a Buzzfeed quiz told me if I were a character on Friends I would be Rachel.
  • Buzzfeed should know that I’m a Chandler.
  • If I found a genie in a bottle that would grant me three wishes, my first wish would definitely be to write better introductions.

Hi, Im Nikki (?)

Hey guys I’m Nikki. Wait no… I’m Dominique.

Ever since I can remember, there has been a constant source of doubt in my life, rooted in something that should be so certain: my name. My full name, given to me at birth, is Dominique, yet for some reason my parents decided to make my nick name ‘Nikki.’ Every first day of school during my childhood, I would dread the moment when my teacher would look down at the class roster and call out Dominique, at which point I would recite the pre-rehearsed line: “Im Dominique, but you can call me Nikki!”

Fast forward to now, I am constantly faced with this dilemma. As a current recruit for a job in the business world, I am always sending out my resume and attending networking events; only now, instead of my biggest problem being the recitation of the dreaded line on the first day of school, it is the fact that my resume says Dominique, my name tag says Nikki, and I can never keep track of who knows me by what name. Funny, I know exactly what I want to do when Im older, exactly what classes I want to take for the rest of college, yet I am still figuring out the most simple thing: my name.

~The Inarticulable Nature of Self~

Alas, I’ve been asked to introduce myself again — a feat that has not grown easier with time. In contemplation of who I am, I have encountered the same difficulties that faced Leslie Jamison and Jack Gilbert. I’ve found that language often can encapsulate precisely what I want, but that it also has its deficiencies. Whenever I want to write about myself, I have a slew of thoughts, but can never find the appropriate words or tone. Notwithstanding this oft-felt befuddlement — or perhaps, because of it — I have a fascination with words. And, for me, one of the best ways to broaden this reservoir is by making a list of particularly striking ones when I read. Over the past few months, I’ve started to collect a respectable list on a sticky note on my laptop.

Given that I find writing about myself to be relatively challenging, I figured that a few of these words that stuck with me might have the ability to shed some light as to who I am. Here goes nothing…

Circumspection (the quality of being wary and unwilling to take risks; prudent): Although it’s on the list, I’d say that I’m not entirely circumspect. Throughout my time in college — particularly starting in my second semester of freshman year — I think I’ve become significantly more daring. I’ve started to release my inhibitions (thanks, Natasha Bedingfield).

Letting the perfect being the enemy of the better: Ok, I wasn’t totally transparent; I also like to put phrases on the list as well. This one that stuck with me — and is one that initially made me pause for a few seconds. You’ll come to find that I like things to be done a very certain way (even to a fault). This line has taught me to be a little more reasonable my own personal expectations. Beyond my own work, I think this is germane to a wide variety of disciplines.

Apoplectic (overcome with anger, extremely indignant)Similarly, I wouldn’t say that I am ever this angry — that is, except when the Cavaliers continue lose to the Warriors.

Perspicacious (having a ready insight into and understanding of things): This word is on the list (1) because I think it rolls off the tongue nicely, but also (2) because it is something that I value. I’ve always been intrigued by renaissance men/women and hope to embody them someday.

In hindsight, maybe this approach didn’t suffice. I think I’ve barely scratched the surface as to who I am. But, maybe that’s a positive thing. This wasn’t an exercise of circumspection; it was definitely an unconventional way of going about introducing myself to you all. I’m not totally in love with it, but I’m not letting the perfect be the enemy of the better — that is, instead of writing something rather trite. I’m also not too apoplectic about it (and I hope you aren’t either).

I don’t think I’ve quite reached the last word; perspicacious.  Recently I watched an account of Winston Churchill and, at the end of the movie, a particularly compelling quote was displayed on the screen. It read: “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” Put simply, it is incumbent on all of us to go with the ebbs and flows of life. So, while this post might not have been entirely perspicuous, the continued effort to get there counts. In short, that is where my excitement for this Minor stems from…the pursuit of becoming better.

intro: posting on blogs is scary

1. Listen
I’d say I’m a listener over a talker, and a writer over either.

2. gratitude

3. Words are dope

4. Patience is difficult and awesome

5. “Awesome” is probably an unprofessional adjective. So is “dope”. 

6. Speaking of professional, I need help with my LinkedIn so feel free to help me out.

7. Mistakes

I spend a lot of time editing mistakes at the Daily but I make a lot of them

8. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

9. fresh water beaches 

michigan girl through and through

10. Say sorry 

11. Be curious

12. Sweatpants never go out of style. Neither do libraries

13. It’s okay to be an outfit-repeater

14. Learn 
Chess, how to french braid, how to write dialogue, waterskiing

Introduction

Hi my name is Delaney Walker. Yes, I know I have the same name as an NFL tight end and no you are not the first person to tell me that. If you don’t know who he is well honestly that makes me happy. Anyway his first name isn’t actually Delanie, its Hubert but he goes by Delanie (his middle name) because I guess he doesn’t want to be called Hubert. I get that. Except I used to dread the first day of school or a substitute teacher because no one could ever pronounce my name. In preschool I hated how long it was. I always wanted a short simple name, but not a name a lot of people had. I liked the name Zoe. So I guess I don’t really understand why he would want to be called Delanie, but I guess it’s better than Hubert (sorry if your name is Hubert and you’re reading this). Anyway a lot of people ask me if I’m named after this football player. Since his career started when I was in middle school I am going to have to answer that question with a hard no. I’m not really sure how I got my name. I know I am named after my great grandmother Diane, but I am not sure where my parents came up with the name Delaney. I’ve heard many stories, Delaney was someone my parents once knew or the actress Dana Delaney. Anyway I’m not sure, but there is a Jimmy Buffet song called, “Delaney talks to Statues” and it pretty accurately describes me as a child. The funny thing is he wrote that song about his daughter, who’s full name is Sarah Delaney Buffet, but she also goes by Delaney. I don’t understand all these people using their middle name as their main name which happens to be my first name. It’s ironic because I am a middle child. So I guess it all makes sense. I also like football and singing. I also like ben & jerry’s cookie dough ice cream, but I’m lactose intolerant so it’s a dilemma. That has nothing to do with my name.