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The rain started down harder now, stinging the tips of my extensive eyelashes. My mascara swiftly started to journey now the sides of my checks as the light drizzle altered into a full on storm. I heaved my delicate airbrushed hand out of my leather overcoat, exposing it into the pristine new storm letting the rain tenderly embrace my arm as I huffed and heaved from the long journey from 32^nd to Times Square. Finally catching my much too missed breath, I let out a long plea full, “Taxi!!!”

“It tastes like home!!!!!”

Cookies is equivalent to blank

My answer,

Cookies is equivalent to home.

One word. Embarrassing. That word would automatically sum up my family. You love them and all, but there are days when you just want to thrust your mortified face into a delicate pillow and scream at the top of your lungs. One of those days seems to come up a lot in my amusing family, I just wasn’t expecting it to crawl into my life on the day that my eighteen year old step brother decided to take me to the mall.
That one sun shiny San Francisco day me and several of my closest friends decided that we should go spend an evening at the mall. My parents did not think that hastily walking to the mall was a pleasant idea, it was shot for them. Luckily for me the only person seemed the least bit interested was my step brother. I talked and talked to him until his interest actually meant moving his stubby legs and taking me there. He finally agreed and me and the five of my friends were off to what I know now is my most horrific seconds that I was ever going to spend in a mall.
When we got to the Westfield mall of San Francisco, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The birds, people, and homeless were all there, but something was missing. Maybe my confidence? Now looking back at this I think my confidence was there. Maybe a little to much confidence. It all happened in Pac Sun. I was in the dressing room jamming to my I pod while trying on a pair of light blue skinny jeans. Over the sounds of music rapidly playing I could hear my brother yell “HURRY UP!” and pound slightly on the door. I assured him that I would be out of the box like room that was almost causing me to become claustrophobic in several minutes. I than went back to listening to my jams. Again I heard a knock, but this time I ironsides it. Just then the door I thought had been locked flung right open and in my presence stood a clerk and a guy about fifteen or sixteen years of age. Unfortunately for me I had my pants down, my earphones in, and was standing right towards them. The clerk quickly apologized and shut the door gracefully. I than pulled out my earphones COMPLETELY mortified of what had just happened. I quickly picked up my stuff and sprinted out of the dressing room, not bothering to buy anything.
On the way out of the store I was telling everyone what had happened and I was surrounded my laughs, but my day was not yet over. Right as I walked out the doors, an angry alarm blazed, and I realized I was still wearing their tee shirt. The manager had to come out and practically give me a lecture about how stealing is bad. I had tried to tell him what had happened, but he did not buy it. Not only that but my brother was laughing the whole time and when we saw my parents he told them about how I “stole” the shirt. The worst of it is that whenever I go to that mall all I can remember is the alarm, manager, and face of the people who walked in on me. I would have to say this was my most embarrassing moment EVER!!!!!

A teacher may yell, 

“Anastassia, turn in your homework!”

or a blank face rapidly waving at me may say

“Hey Anastassia!!! What’s up?”.

Even though these sentences are almost like day and night one thing remains the same. The name There are many advantages and disadvantages to having the name Anastassia. First I will start off with some exciting advantages.

The First Advantage is that the name Anastassia is a very unusual name for someone in living America. Most people who have my name come from my hometown of Russia. Thus making my name much more interesting. My opinion is that having an unusual name is far more interesting than having a common name such as Ann or Sarah and so on. The second advantage to my name is that it gives out a KABOOM type of reaction, because it’s not so plain. People also enjoy saying it and not only that, but it fits my KABOOM type personality. The last of my many advantages is that my name is some what hard to forget. Once I say it, it will cling to most people, making it difficult for them to erase it from their mind. In my opinion being forgotten is almost as bad as the equivalent of never being introduced.

As any name comes with advantages it may also come with troublesome disadvantages.

One of the disadvantages is that many people can not pronounce my name correctly because of how it is spelled. Many people prononce it as Annastaysya or Anniestayja or somethings that can not even be repeated. Another disadvantage iss that having such a long name can be dragging and choosing a nickname like Ann would not be a good option for me.

 Even though I have advantages and disadvantages to my name I would never change it, not matter what. I believe that a name is much more than what someone calls you. It is a personality. A lifestyle. Something that you just have to live with. I believe that your name is you.

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