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OH NAH NAH, what is your last name?

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OH NAH NAH, what is your last name?

Are you really as boring as you make out? You may not have to look any further than your name.

Have you ever found yourself in a trance? I often found myself staring relentlessly at my exam booklets front page out of fear of making eye contact with an exam invigilator, who is widely recognised as certified eternal doom bringers. The joys of the British educational system, we have got Gavin Williamson to thank for our pain. There aren’t huge signs stating: use the quadratic formula to work out the speed limit and plot the graph of your journey from acceleration. It was either that or the happy joy of counting bricks or stacking pens into a sword. I often thought of how my name could be as mundane as a measly brick or how I could have descended form a mighty, Viking warrior! But…time is up, the invigilator calls. Is it time up to find my destined origin?

From a recent visit to Iceland, I have been sucked into the black hole, and no not of a geyser, but of the spirit of the language which dances around the natives. Although I have just about grasped the English language, I think? According to my English teachers “it’s a work in progress; you need to be more cohesive.” I would like to reassure you that I try, but once I have an idea, it spirals into an avalanche much like the daydream I often found myself trapped in during an exam.

If you are like me, I like my home comforts regardless of where I like to travel. Yes, I can often be persuaded by the stereotypically mc vitie’s chocolate digestive. I’m so glad that the glacier we climbed didn’t snap off as quickly as these godly sweet treats do when you dunk them in your cuppa. What’s more disruptive the ash dispersed over the ports, or the sad times of your tea bag splitting. They look merely the same, just different scales. I mean, at least it would accommodate the giants which inhabit the desolate plains. All I would say is be good or for Christmas you may end up with, no not coal, but a potato in your shoe!

Ultimately, are traditions fading out and being built upon like the lava flows which are submerging our history and preserving the facts before we have the chance? In this article we will uncover the hidden secrets which link our identities of answering to our names to our ultimate callings.

We asked question throughout the trip to our wonderful tour guide, who goes by the name of Biggy, from the company TREX who happily informed us that “it would be an ultimate insult to change your surname from your fathers to your mothers”. On engaging in conversation, I for one, would not be up for being responsible for a destructive eruption which will send family flying like shrapnel. He also went on to explain that, in Iceland you take your fathers first name and add son or daughter, depending on gender. Me being an English language student couldn’t help but question as to why men dominate gender and power. I enquired an Icelandic name translator app by the name of - islandsk-navnegenerator. Above you will see an example for reference, and I would highly recommend that you try it out!

It is demonstrated that being linked to your father is a trademark of power and pride within Icelandic tradition. However, this isn’t always replicated within British culture as not many people value meanings because they don’t value relations out of my personal experience.

Britain. Lovely, sunny Britain. From the coast to the houses of commons. It’s all so secret and overpopulated in the UK. This isn’t the case in Iceland as the current prime minster, Katrín Jakobsdóttir, has her own cottage situated in Alþingi; this building was built for the festivities at Þingvellir in 1930. The building has served as the official summer residence of the Prime Minister since 1974. He doesn’t hang around there much for barbecues according to the tour guide, but it is where foreign heads of states and official visitors typically have lunch with the Prime Minister.

This secrecy isn’t a running trend when it comes to occupation linked to name. How humiliating for our ancestors. (EXPOSED) Most of the names originated in mediaeval towns and villages, and as each one had its Carter, Hayward, Thatcher, Smith, and Tailor there were a multitude of original bearers of the name. Personally, as a former ‘Smith’ I often find myself being victimised for being ‘common’. Should I be ashamed of my mundane background? My one and only saviour, known as the internet, gave me a valid reason for their being so many Smith’s in today’s era. AS you would expect, it is due to their being so many kinds of craftsmen and their importance to the village or town—a smith makes something (compare with a monger who sells something). The ambiguity of making something can be perceived as mysterious ad miraculous. No, I tell a lie it’s not exactly a party trick or a conversational starter. I much prefer my Icelandic name any time of the day! If only I could pronounce it…

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