You did not choose your name. You were not consulted. You were probably not even out of the womb when someone imagined your tiny face and decided what the world would call you for the rest of your life, based on a celebrity they liked, a relative they wanted to honour, or a vibe they were going for that year.
And yet somehow, before you have even sharpened your first pencil or kicked your first football across a classroom, a teacher has already spotted your name on the register and formed an opinion. Not about your work ethic. Not about your attitude. About the name your parents picked. Welcome to school, Jayden. They were expecting you.
