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My Name is Kylee

My name is Kylee. Only a few people are able to get this right on the spot though, so let me help you. My name is spelled K Y L E E. Pronouced KKKiiiiiiiilllllleeeeeeeeeee! Please notice the absence of an a. My name is not Kaylee. No a. Look one more time, there's still no a. I once had an art teacher who told me that since my name ends in two ee's that my name is Kaylee. Even though there is no a. He would not stop arguing with me. He thought he was right. I instantly lost all respect from him and didn't care when he gave me my first C in middle school. The sound of Daughtry automatically makes me angry because that's what he always played in his class.

I've pretty much given up on correcting people on my name though. I have three co-workers who I see quite often who always call me Kaylee and I don't correct them. I didn't bother to the first time they said my name wrong and now I don't want to embarrass them or come off rude. It's not really a big deal actually. Sorry if the previous paragraph makes it seem like it is, I just have some repressed anger towards said teacher.

My favorite thing is fitting rooms when the people ask you for your name and write it on the door. Yesterday my name went from Hilee to Kaleigh to Kalin in a few short minutes. I just nodded my head and responded. It's quite funny, especially when one employee is trying to 'correct' another one on my name.

I would like to take this moment to thank my dad and aunt Jerusha who shall forever be upset that I was born three days too late for convincing my mom that my name should be spelled with two ee's instead of ie. I like it so much better that way. Once upon a rare occasion that there were two Kylee's in my class I was referred to as Kylee ee while the other was Kylie ie. I love my name. It's Kylee. The end.

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  1. JeanetteJune 13, 2013 at 7:25 AM

    When people at a restaurant or in a dressing room, or wherever, ask for my name I always tell them "Janet." Cause who knows how to spell Jeanette!

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  2. Amanda SchroederJune 13, 2013 at 7:50 AM

    That is crazy. Luckily, people have a hard time pronouncing my name wrong. Haha!

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