My grade 8 teacher used to call me Hemlock because apparently is sounds like Emily. Hemlock is a poisionous plant. I was in an extended French class which means that most of my classes were taught in french, so when we were speaking french (or supposed to be) I was called Cygue (which the the french word for Hemlock). The whole class would call me this...all from a teacher...but he nick names for almost everyone is the class.

in junior high one of my best friends gave me the nickname ding-dong-doyley and it stuck with me through high school. to this day i can be shopping or something and i will turn around because someone will be yelling ding-dong-doyley at me.

Strange nickname
 

The worst nickname that I got was

MYRTLE.

I have NO idea how it came about. :confused: Totally random. Not even close to my name.

AOIISilver

Grace
Amy Lou
Lula Belle
Gumby
Bologna

Turtle :( (slowest runner in class)
Jumping beans :rolleyes: (i'm always moving)

I got my nickname "Kitso" the first day of freshman football in high school. My full last name was too long to put on the front of our helmets with tape, and was too difficult for the coaches to pronounce, so by the end of practice i was Kitso.

When i came to A&M and joined the Corps of Cadets, the same thing happened, especially since we as 'fish' couldn't have first names. My buddies got sick of callin me by my last name and shortened it to Kitso again. When my dad heard one of my buddies call me Kitso one time, he laughed and told me that his buddies called him the same thing back in the day.

I later found out that after i graduated, Kitso was passed on to my little sister, only with a "Little" in front of it. She HATES it :D.

My family nickname is Little John, because i have the same first name as my dad. He's Big John, and i'm little John, even though now i'm taller and bigger than he is.

Kitso
KS 361 times i have to stop from introducing myself to girls as Kitso

I'm the youngest and only girl of 4. My dad wasn't quite sure how to react to a girl and started calling me Ralph as an infant. My mom had to come to my preschool class b/c I wouldn't respond to Nikki and told my teacher to call me Ralph. Friends of my parents STILL call me that, even though my dad quit doing it years ago (I'm now Bear b/c I'm so NOT a morning person).

Other stupid family nicknames: Bug (short for ladybug) and Bocker (like as in knickerbocker). I was also Little Harter, or Little _______ (insert one of my brother's first names).

People at school call me Frito. I can't tell you why. It just pisses me off.

The sisters call me Rosarita after Rosarita Refried Beans. I had a bad relationship with Mexican food on our Big Island Trip a few months ago. :eek:

John Holmes.

-Rudey
--Ladies, stop! I'm not a piece of meat!!!

My nickname is Ralph(ie).

When I was a toddler, I was obssessed with The Muppets. I loved all of them, but Rowlf was my favorite by far. I would sit at our piano and try to play like him. It didn't work, but I did annoy my parents :) It was easier to say Ralph, though, than Rowlf, so my family started calling me Ralph.

The nickname probably would have died, had it not been for the movie A Christmas Story with the younger brother named Ralphie. My sister and I loved this movie. She was convinced that I was just like Ralphie in the movie, so it lived on.

Thankfully, my parents only use this when they are feeling nostalgic, so it stays hidden in the closet most of the time with the rest of the skeletons.

Well, I was trying to help a friend feel better when his neck was hurting, so instead of a massage, which would have been easier and safer, I decided to heat a towel. My dad had done this before for me, so I knew it would work and would feel really good. I wasn't sure how long to leave it in the microwave, so I figured 2 minutes would be long enough. I went to get it out, and it was BLACK and SMOKING. Nothing was orange, so I figured it wasn't on fire, but since it smelled REALLY bad, I decided to get it out of the building. We were at the BSU at our campus. I threw it in the trash can outside. about 20 minutes later, my roommate came in and said, "Hey Crystal, the trash can is on fire!":eek: The parking lot was full of smoke, and the story made across 2 other states in LESS THAN 10 MINUTES. (I kid you not.) A few weeks later, I bought this same friend a fish he had been wanting, and said, "You should name it after me!" He laughed, and decided to name the fish "SMOKEY."

It stuck - on me. The fish died, and 2 years later, I have the nickname SMOKEY on the back of my sorority's homecoming shirt.

Sorry for the novel! :)

Crystal

ugh i got one that just developed within the last couple weeks
 

...work-related nicknames are by far the worst, you need individual rebuttals for each circumstance, not the school-yard swears we used as a kid.

I work at two hotels, same job - bellman...park cars, bags, you know the story. Both hotels are owned by the same family, and when an opening came up for my current part-time job; I was approached by the owner's son, Jeff. Thing about Jeff is that he's very direct and frank, which can be construed as rude or excessive-compulsive if you don't know much about him (e.g. most of the staff at my full-time (and first) employer/ment http://www.lordelginhotel.ca/

So word going around with some of the other bellmen is that i'm some kind of informent for jeff (his protege) or some horeshit like that...appropriately nicknamed jeff junior, or JJ...Even the assistant manager calls me JJ - but he says it stands for Juicy Joes. Not sure what that means, but he's gay and winks when he says it.

So yesterday i made the mistake of telling some of my co-workers
at my second job (where jeff is assistant manager) about this, and holy shit geuss what? - they all call me JJ...i feel like george in that seinfeld episode coco the monkey

my mom calls me: Leilani (first name turned into a song)

my childhood nickname from my parents: LaLa(i try to get people to stop calling me this but it's infectious and no one will stop)

my grandparents and everyone else: Lexee

my sorority sisters: White Chocolate (because I'm black and I love white boys. . .)

my guy friends: Rumpshaker (because I get down and dance dirty with them)

Mine is one of the worst...
Crotchy

My sisters started calling me Katch or Katchy one year, no particular reason - maybe because I was a good catch?!?. :)
I was out with a sister one night and she introduced me as "Katchy, not to be confused with Crotchy!" About a week later I was walking on campus and I hear "CROTCHY!!!!" It was one of the guys I had met and he couldn't remember the actual nickname, so he yelled all he could remember. From then on, whenever I walked into a bar or party he was at, he'd yell real loud, "What up, Crotchy!" :rolleyes: