Word: wente
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Even my parents questioned the sudden choice. My brother went all the way through high school "making things easier," despite my arguments. My dad still goes by "Dr. Ganesh." People have suggested various alternatives to me. "Use the first name solo," like Cher, Roseanne or Jackee. I roll my eyes. I don't think I bear any great similarity to any of those people. No, I want to be just like everyone else. First name, last name, middle initial--thank you for coming, thank you for going...
...topic of my first name yet. Relentlessly misspelled, mispronounced and misgendered, my first name has been an experience. Example 1: A recent job rejection letter addressed to Mr. Sugi Ganeshananthan. (It's hanging over my bed, the "Mr." circled in red.) Example 2: This past pre-frosh weekend, I went to dinner with three friends from high school. We were at Uno's, and the hostess had an abnormal amount of energy. The restaurant was crowded with a mixture of what looked like prefrosh and frosh. It had been a long day and we were hungry. "Four please," I said...
...Green (9-2, 6-0) went on an 8-1 run to close the first half putting the game far out of the reach of the struggling Crimson...
...kept telling me that l had to go to Harvard. There we were at the 40-yard line and l still had a tennis ball in my hand that l had picked up at the tennis courts. The girl came up with a proposition: Throw the ball. If it went between the goal posts, l would go to Harvard. If not, Stanford. Fair enough, l figured. So, l threw the ball, and here...
Still another name prefigured our fellow Starbucks. Terry first opted for Pequod, after Melville's ship, but Gordon contested that no one would want to drink at the Pequod. Instead, Gordon wanted a title associated with his native Seattle and went hunting for names in Washington state mountains. He liked the sound of a turn-of-the-century coal mine by the name of Starbo, which reminded Terry's literary penchant of Starbuck. Melville would cringe at the association...