Um, Hi, I’m Ginanna Sachs and I just turned twenty-two. My family name is German, I think, or French, it all depends on where the border was at the time great-great grandpa Sachs emigrated. My name is a combination of Mom’s favorite great aunts, Gina and Anna, both immigrants from Italy, Sicily to be exact.

I’m taking INF169 to complete my non-degree electives requirement for graduation. If my oral defense of my thesis goes well I expect to receive my doctorate in organic chemistry this December. That right, I said doctorate. Ms. Willhuite said to describe ourselves to each other so here goes. I mean I simply HAVE to tell somebody only keep it to yourself, GOT IT?

Sorry I *shouted* net-etiquette wise but I am so mad I had to take this on-line course, no offence meant to you, Ms Willhuite, or the institution, instead of at my university. It makes me so angry... just today I was walking across campus minding my own business when this guy come up from behind and pinches my butt. Then he tries to feel me up WHILE his girlfriend eggs him on. And don’t say, ‘Well, you must have tried to steal her boyfriend, slut!’ I swear, I didn’t even know the couple! Plus I am not that kind of a girl.

I’d best explain. I... I was a *late* developer. I was sixteen and in my senior year of high school when I first menstruated; I’d skipped a couple grades early in school. I was four-foot-nine, eight-five pounds and built like a stick. And yes, I was and I still am a science geek, more properly a geekette I suppose. Want to make something of it? I never had a date in school, except for this one prank someone tried to pull for prom but … that’s another story.

By the time I entered college at eighteen, I took a year off to *find* myself, I had filled out... a lot. I was five-foot eight, one-hundred and twenty-five pounds and built like a brick sh... I got offers to model. Ads I did for a local department store chain helped pay for most of my college, that and my scholarships. I stopped growing, for the most part, at twenty. I am now a five-foot eleven, one-hundred and thirty pound babe. Think of Sophia Loren at that age but better, honest! People keep asking me if I’m a Playboy model, that’s how good looking I am. I’ll send a photo someday if you like. I finally got asked out on dates, lots of them, by attractive men and a few even more attractive women and I loved it.

'So why is Ms Brunette-bombshell so bitter?' you’re asking yourselves, or is that self? Because it all went to hell a year ago, thank god few ever bother me in the research labs. What is it with people that they think an attractive young woman with long legs and large breasts is a slut? I can’t help it if I inherited my Italian ancestors lush frames and my great aunt Agatha’s statuesque height. Agatha is another pet peeve of mine. It’s my middle name; Stormy, you have my condolences. Once the kids in grade school learned my initials were G A S you can imagine what life was like for Ms Stinky, Smelly Sack, Gina McGassy … You get the picture. And all because my great aunt was loaded and my parents figured if they named me for her she’d... I HATE MY F***ING PARENTS!

Getting back to why I HATE my name. When I got to college, no one knew me. I dropped the middle initial and went by Gina or Ginanna mostly. I preferred Ginanna as it sounded sexy, almost exotic. I got dates, was admired, even envied and it was heaven, not that I rubbed it in of course. Then a year ago I started getting strange looks from other students. Some would be talking and stop suddenly when I passed, and start up right after. I had insults muttered at me and disgusting notes left where I would find them describing in lured details what the pervert wanted to do with me.

Sorry to vent like this but, I have issues.

Ginanna Agatha Sachs

P.S. Did you know there are at least two current, popular porn actresses who go by the name Ginanna and I look like one of them, even down to my hair color, except I’m taller. And she does EVERYTHING for the camera.

P.P.S. Did I tell you I hate my G. d. parents?

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No Italians or Sicilians were hurt in the making of this story though many small furry animals...