Picking your child's name when you teach is not easy. Every name reminds you of the reason you waited so long to have children in the first place.
My husband liked the name Eric. When I heard Eric I pictured the boy who sang his homework to the class every day. He then picked the name Bob. I pictured my son perpetually picking his nose. My mom suggested Jason but Jason was the boy who mooned the class. My dad liked Charlie, but Charlie had been arrested for shooting an FBI agent and I did not want my son going through life with that name. Keith was suggested by my sister, but Keith was the boy who never showered and wore the same clothing every day.
The girl names were just as bad. Jessica came to school dressed like a Playboy bunny so that name was eliminated. Paula was arrested for shoplifting so we didn't use that name either. Crystal tried to seduce the principal and Marla never stopped talking.
The problem with names goes on and on. It's a wonder that teachers manage to find names for their children after all.