The worst part about being named "Michael", came when I was in the 2nd grade. I attended
a Catholic school, and my 2nd grade teacher was a nun, fresh off the boat from Italy. She
spoke English, but with that strong Italian accent.
There were six Michaels in the class..yep, 6, so she had to figure a way to call us out individually,
and she picked nicknames for five of us. I got stuck with "Mickey", which was fine until the class
began calling me every "Mickey" name they could come up with, not limited to Mickey Mouse,
Mickey Mud Turtle..and a few others I don't remember.
When I started 4rd grade, I demanded my name be changed to "Mike", and has been since,
although family, who never forget anything, still call me "Mick".