Growing up, I had a love-hate relationship with my last name. It’s “Buchele.” Pronounced “Byuk-ley.”
I’ve never met someone who could correctly pronounce my (old) last name – just by looking at it. Every year in elementary, middle, and high school, teachers would do “roll call” for the first two weeks of class – before they learned everyone’s names. Which meant for most of the first week, teachers were coming up with all sorts of creative ways to pronounce my last name.
Looking back, it’s actually pretty funny.
The teacher would hit my name (see all the notes they had written beside it), and call out “uhhh, Bu – kel – ley?”
A couple people would chime in “No, it’s Byuk-ley!”
I got made fun of quite a bit for my odd last name.
But… to someone painfully shy (like me), it was actually a blessing in disguise. Having a rare name meant that people remembered who I was. I was “that girl with a weird last name.”
Then, of course, I got married and took my husband’s last name. I ended up changing my name to Grace Buchele Mineta (getting rid of my former middle name) because I just couldn’t bear to part with “Buchele.” It’s a weird name, but it’s grown on me~