"The name's Bond... James Bond"
- James Bond
- James Bond
A silver Aston Martin DB5 becomes visible in the distance. It rapidly closes the distance between its position and the valet at the Cactus Casino just outside of Las Vegas. A slick young man, fashionably dressed, tosses the valet the keys to the classic Bond vehicle. Entering the Casino he scans the room looking for his counterpart. Upon finding her goes and greets her, the password is exchanged to ensure that he has the correct person. She takes him to meet Mr. Skully. Mr. Skully was a world renowned spy who had recently turned over to the evil federation that sold potato zombie blasters. The sharp, handsome, attractive, modest, kind, empathetic, brave, courageous, honest, positive, humorous, accomplished, fantastic, brilliant bigheaded, conceded know it all extended his hand. "The names Wobster, Wubby The Wobster"
Today I decided to do a little backstory on my nickname "Wubby". It started in seventh grade, Nicholas Landman and I were walking to I.S. (short for Integrated Studies, which is a Social Studies and English course). Turning to me he says:
"What are you not?" He squints his eyes and looks me up and down.
"What do you mean?" I replied, confused.
"Wubby! You are not a Wubby. I'm going to call you that. I'm going to call you Wubby."
Within an hour about ten kids were calling me that. Within a day, twice that number and from then on to where I am today with about a quarter of the people in our grade calling me "Wubby" the other quarter calling me "William" and half of the kids calling me "Wubby" or "William" or another kind of nickname that they have come up with.
At first I really didn't like being called Wubby. It seemed that people were only calling me that to get under my skin which I really didn't like, but at the beginning of this year I was fine with it. Now I respond to "Wubby" just as quickly as I respond to "William". It is kind of odd to think of how much I disliked something, or a name that I now consider a part of me. The lesson I take from this is to have an open mind and to always be willing to experience new things.
Today I decided to do a little backstory on my nickname "Wubby". It started in seventh grade, Nicholas Landman and I were walking to I.S. (short for Integrated Studies, which is a Social Studies and English course). Turning to me he says:
"What are you not?" He squints his eyes and looks me up and down.
"What do you mean?" I replied, confused.
"Wubby! You are not a Wubby. I'm going to call you that. I'm going to call you Wubby."
Within an hour about ten kids were calling me that. Within a day, twice that number and from then on to where I am today with about a quarter of the people in our grade calling me "Wubby" the other quarter calling me "William" and half of the kids calling me "Wubby" or "William" or another kind of nickname that they have come up with.
At first I really didn't like being called Wubby. It seemed that people were only calling me that to get under my skin which I really didn't like, but at the beginning of this year I was fine with it. Now I respond to "Wubby" just as quickly as I respond to "William". It is kind of odd to think of how much I disliked something, or a name that I now consider a part of me. The lesson I take from this is to have an open mind and to always be willing to experience new things.
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