I worked for community newspapers for over seven years, so there’s a decent chance I may have misspelled people’s names at various points along the way. If I ever misspelled yours, I’m sorry.
But if it makes you feel any better, I’ve endured my fair share of misspellings and mispronunciations for as long as I can remember.
My last name Sherrier has been written as Shearer, Scherrier, Sherer, and other variations. On rare occasion, people have attempted to give my first name a sex change.
Pronunciations tend to be just as creative. Sherrier rhymes with merrier and terrier, but folks have opted for Sheeerer, Sherr-ee-ae, Sherrararar, and so on.
I’m not complaining. It’s understandable. There aren’t many Sherriers in my area. I don’t hold it against anyone. It happens.
Back in school, whenever the teacher would read through the roll on the first day, I never knew which name I’d get. But I’d politely correct these teachers, and as you’d expect, they’d take me at my word.
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