所以高二的时候，我决定不要名字中的 “h”，我从“Zach”变成了 “Zac”。虽然只差了一个字母，但对我来说却是翻天覆地的变化。有了Zac这个新名字，感觉自己人也焕然一新，变得更干练更自信了。名字上小小的修改让我改变了对自己的看法。
游戏名叫 Stuntman（《特技演员》）——算是我最喜欢的PS2游戏之一，不过那又是另一个故事了。在玩《特技演员》时，需要输入自己的名字来保存进度，在输入名字的每个字母时都需要点击“确认键”保存。所以，就算看到屏幕上出现自己输入的“Z”字母时，仍需要点击确认键才行。当我输入自己的名字时—— Z、A、 C还有 H……结果我忘记了在输入H后点击确认。
要说从这件事中学到了什么，那就是有一个自己喜欢的名字意味着一切。后来我的朋友圈中，加入了叫“Zach” “Zack” 或 “Zak”的人，但是作为唯一的“Zac”，我有感到小小的自豪。
Can I be honest with you? I was never too fond of my given name of Zachary. That's why I almost exclusively went by my nickname, “Zach.” It rolled off the tongue just fine, but there was something about the “ch” that just irked me. After all, “Zach” rhymed with “black,” not “hatch.
Then, sometime during my sophomore year of high school, I dropped the “h” in my nickname. I became “Zac.” It was a change of one letter, sure, but to me it made a world of difference. This was the new Zac: sleeker, more confident. This tiny modification to my name changed the way I thought of myself.
What prompted me to make this change? Believe it or not, the spelling of “Zac” came from a video game.
The game was called Stuntman—probably one of my favorite games for the Playstation 2, but that's another story. It required you to input a name when you created a save file. You had to press a button to “confirm” each letter of your name after you selected it. In other words, even when “Z” was already displayed on the screen, I needed to press a button. When I entered my name, I inputted the letters Z, A, C, and H... But forgot to confirm H.
My first reaction was dismay. “ZAC”? I was going to have to create a new save file all over again... But the longer I looked at those three letters, the more I liked this different spelling. It had an odd elegance to it. You know what? I thought. I think I'll keep it.
A video game had made me change the way I looked at myself. Back at school, I started writing my name as “Zac” instead of “Zach” on exams, homework, lab assignments and anything else with a space for my name. When my friends signed my yearbook at the end of the spring semester, they began their messages with those three letters: “Zac.” And why not? That was my name.
This experience made me realize just how much a name can influence one's sense of self. I won't go so far as to say that I felt like a different person after changing the spelling of my name, but I actually did feel more secure in my own identity.
If there's one thing I learned from this, it's that having a name you like means everything. Later on in life, as my circle of friends expanded to include people like “Zach,” “Zack,” and “Zak,” I still felt a small sense of pride at being the only “Zac” I knew.