I don't think you're ready for this, Chelly.

Chelly (I have officially decided it is to be spelled with a "y"). Apparently that's my name, so don't wear it out. Recently, Chelly has become part of my identity, so I thought why not dedicate an entire blog post to it? Honestly, I don't know how this name has become so popular so fast. It started when Sarah was in my room, and she casually asked me, "Chelsea, do you mind if I call you Chelly?"

"Of course not!" I replied.

After that Colleen began calling me Chelly. Then Mary Jordan, Caroline, Marchie, and the rest of their clan. Then Leila thought it was funny, so she began calling me that too. She was soon followed by Katie and Sara Beth. The name spread like wild fire! So basically, all my friends here call me Chelly. It's even gotten to the point where I accidentally introduced myself as Chelly.

I like it though. It makes me feel...cooooool. Suave. Hip. Trendy. What have you. I've never really had a nickname before. But this one seems like the perfect fit. I think it is a good representation of my time at college too. It shows a different side of me that hasn't been let out before. I've changed a lot over the past 8 months, and it only seems fitting to have a new name to show that. So I guess you could consider this post as my "coming out" party. Not out of the closet, Leila. But coming out into the world as this new, and I like to think improved, version of myself. Chelly.