My 8th graders don't know my first name, and it's KILLING them. It's becoming an excellent motivational tool. So far, they have "Sh _ _ _ in" and they know it's Irish, and that they probably haven't heard it before ("That's not FAIR!" "Blame my mom.").
One of my struggling students goes by my middle name. She seems to gave taken to me, so I let her know that we had the same name (quietly). That made her happy.
I couldn't take a picture because I forgot my phone at home, but the car next to me bore this message under their windshiled wiper: "It was real. And it will always be real." I was touched.