My new name

You know how sometimes you get labled as a kid. When we were younger, I was the smart one and my brother was the jock. Well, at every sporting event I ever went to, my brother was always known as Graz. My parents were Mr. and Mrs. Graz, but I was always Vickie, until now. One of my fellow teachers has taken it upon himself to call me Graz. I totally crack up at this, because it doens't seem like a name fit for me. I thought it was just Mike who thought Graz was a good name for me, but yesterday another person comes in the office and says "Hey, Graz can I use you keys." I guess I have a new nickname.