Jacki...J-A-C-K-I

I spell my name weird, I know. I remember the day I started spelling it this way. I was in first grade and came home from school one day with Jackie written on one of my assignments. I am not sure how the subject came up but my mom said something along the lines of "everyone spells Jackie with an E at the end, why not be individual and take the E off?" So I did. I have spelled it without the E ever since. I think it works for me even though Jacki is not really technically my name, it's Jaclyn. It was an early lesson in non-conformity that stuck. Funnily enough as I was writing this I thought about another lesson in non-conformity that my mom taught me at a young age.  (Probably not so much a lesson as she was just trying to get my goat).
I remember one day in elementary school sitting at lunch with my friends and noticing that all of their sandwiches were cut into two triangles (diagonally). I went home and asked my mom if she could cut my sandwich into triangles too and she said no because she wasn’t going to conform to the way everyone else did it. When you are a third grader and you go to school with your two lame rectangular half’s of a sandwich that can seem like a pretty big deal. I remember being so mad about it. Now I look back on it and laugh. I probably will do the same things to my kids.
Oh and to my siblings: don’t get on here saying that this never happened…it did.