We’ll start with a name

This is how I’ve learned to introduce myself over the years. It’s not as though I have one of those long, painfully spelled names like “Conchobhar” or “Anegrethe” or even “Toirdhealbhach” (that one’s a Gaelic Irish name.) In fact, my name is literally monosyllabic. However, I generally run into two problems:

1. My name is not spelled phonetically.

It got to the point where my classmates cheered whenever a substitute teacher said my name correctly. I don't blame the subs for getting it wrong, though.

2. My name rhymes with everything.

It's so bad that I eventually started ignoring anything that sounded like my name. My friends will often scream my name to get my attention, but I still won't notice.

Unlike many Asian-Americans, I don’t have an “American” name that I go by. When my parents named me, they specifically wanted to give my sister and I Vietnamese names that Americans can pronounce. Thus: I’m “Vy,” and my sister is “Lynn.” (The English form of the Vietnamese “Linh.”) My middle name was originally intended to be “Quynh,” but my mom deemed that too complicated.

For all my quips and qualms, however, I like my name. It’s what I’m used to, and I wouldn’t change it to anything else. When asked,

After all, a name is your identity. What you respond to. A part of who you are.  Maybe I just lack the imagination to see myself being called by a different name. But for me, Vy is here to stay. Anyone else have stories of mispronounced names? I’m sure they’re fairly common.

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What exactly is this

It’s the truth. I’ll see the world and think of how it’d look as a comic. A real-life circumstance could also make a funny comic. These are the thoughts that run through my mind. Life in panels. Life in sequential art.

This summer, I turned these thoughts into reality. (Or, more accurately, reality into poorly drawn cartoons.) I went on a 6-week exchange program to Germany, and blogged about it here.

So I love comics. That much is clear. As a first post on a blog, however, proper self-introductions are in order.

So that’s who I am. Now, this is what I’m doing:

I’m Vy. 18 years old, Vietnamese-American, about to start my freshman year in college.

In two days, I’ll be moving up to the grand ol’ city of Boston to attend Northeastern University.

Goals in life: unknown.

Future career: unknown.

Major: Biology (but subject to change.)

You could say I’m just another kid on the brink of adulthood, unsure what to do with their life, stuck between maturity and the desire to dress up in Harry Potter robes.

It’ll be chaotic. It’ll be stressful. It’ll be awkward. It’ll be documented here.

And that’s what this blog is all about.