I once met a man named Mathew1. That was his name. His parents wanted to call him Matthew, but they misspelled his name on the birth certificate. Well, they tried to spell it correctly, I am sure, but they missed the mark.
Now I did not know Mathew as a child, but these are the memories I would expect, had he been in my class.
Can you imagine Mat's (well, isn't this the shortened version of Mathew?) teacher correcting him time and time again.
"No, dear, you need to place two 't's after the 'a'."
For me, I would need years of counseling to undo that Kindergarten memory.
"Let's play a game. Let's step on Mat."
"M-a-t, M-a-t, what kind of name is that?"
You know, kids can be kinda cruel.
Yes, Mathew received 17 certificates in elementary school and all of them, save two, will be spelled Matthew. Not much of a reward, you know, to misspell a certificate.
I did know a guy in school who was called Michel. I thought his name was pronounced Michelle, but apparently it is a French spelling.
--> Insert comment about feminine nature of the French here. <--
Not that I would make fun of a name.
1Okay, some of you will say there are two spellings of Matthew. You will point to Mathew Rosenblum, the composer from Pittsburgh. Or Mathew Zucker, the photographer from New York. Or even earlier, Mathew B. Brady, the Civil War photographer – taking pictures of corpses, not high-heeled shoes. But if you point all of this out, my blog entry is a little pointless today.
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