Flashback Friday (1973 or 4) : All About Meg(an)

Below are my third grade (age 8) scribblings about my name and how I got it.



A few clarifications (What, no spell-check back then?):

• pragret = pregnant
• Golith = Goliath
• disscon = decision

I for one am happy to have been a girl; don't think for a second that my Dad was joking about the 'Goliath' thing! Our entire family will go a really long way for a joke, EVEN if it means being saddled with a dumb name.

Wanted to post this notebook page in the "Name Vein", as this upcoming week will mark my third anniversary of living in this place, and one of the things that I've come to notice: I seem to have undergone a name change.

People call me 'Meg' here.

I don't mind the name 'Meg', and there are people in my life who've called me that for as long as I can remember. Coming from them, the nickname is a form of familiarity/endearment.
It's just: I don't think of myself as a 'Meg', despite what my 8-year-old-self would have you believe.
I introduce myself as 'Megan', but I guess that the majority of the new people who've met me have come to know my e-mail address and website name simultaneously.
It's alien to me when someone I've just met e-mails me with a: "Hi, Meg!"

I realize that I may have contributed to this name confusion.
My initials are M. E. J.
When I was a kid, I thought that a backwards 'G' could look like a 'J', and then I'd have both a portion of my name AND my initials all tied up in one neat, 3-letter package.
So, that is the way I signed my artwork then, and that is the way I sign my artwork now.
This "M - E- backwards - G" signature became the name of my business, MEG Illustrations, and then my website, MEGillustrations.com, and is, most likely, the root source of my * new * name.

This 'new name' thing feels like a modern retelling of The Road to Damascus story -- the one in which Saul/Paul had his blinding, name-changing conversion.

Except for me, it was on The Road to Providence, my name changed from Megan to Meg, AND, while not blinded -- experience nighttime halos around streetlights.

And now I've officially talked too much about myself.
"THE END" (by Megan)

Comments

[Sergio]

ohh that is great! i remember have a book of history, so my friend and i drawing all book mispelled all history, "corrupt history 5 grade" we put in the Title, ja! , in a year ago my mother drop my book!

[megan jeffery]

See what happens when you don't put numbers in their proper columns? You end up with the wrong answer. I think I was adding 100 + 15 and getting 250, cuz the 15 should have been shoved over a notch. Either that or the 15 was really a 150? Nah.
My math skills stunk back then, admittedly. I made up a song sung to the tune of a MacDonald's ditty back then:

I deserve a break today
So I get up and put my Math away
In my de-esk.

I added wrong this weekend too. 6 + 6 + 6 = 18, not 16, Numbskull Head.

[h&b]

At least you got art covered, as your math sure suffered as a result ( 100 + 15 = 150 ( or is that a 250 !?!?? )

:)

[Dave Lowe]

The best parts...the little math equation doodle at the bottom and the worn uneven spiral binding. That wire binding never lasted past 2 weeks.

[marilyn]

This is awesome MEGAN! You are so funny!