My Gift

  I've had many amazing gift over the years but, out of all those my favorite would have been was a barbie dream house that I got when I was 5. While I was opening my gifts my parents went upstairs and slid it into my room. They filled it with new Barbies and little furniture. They  didn't tell me that I had my final gift in my room . I found out about it until it was time to go to bed. I never went to sleep that night.

My name

My name is Eva , If you did not know already . I think my name is okay , It's not too unique but it's not too basic .  The origin of my name is Hebrew and it means "life" or "living one." It can also mean full of life or mother of life.  My name is used in a lot of languages such as  Spanish , German , Dutch , Swedish , and Greek. I was named after my Grandmother with a slight twist instead of it in Greek (Evdoxia) my mother put it in English to be Eva . When I'm older I would want to change my name Evdoxia because its different than most names .

If I were to work at a school

 I don't think I would want to be a teacher in the future but ,  if  I were to work at a school I would want to be an art teacher or a math teacher.
  An art teacher because I love bringing out my creative side in things. I know I'm not the greatest artist but art isn't about being perfect. The other reason why I would want to be an art teacher because it's almost like poetry you can draw your feeling in many ways, Geometric, abstract , making statues out of clay , and ect; It also a nice outlet to relax release your stress . For this subject I would want to work with 6-8 graders because I'm not a fan of little kids .
    A math teacher because it's not only a great subject but you'll always need it in life. I don't mean you'll use Geometry ,Algebra , and the Pythagorean theorem all  the time (depends on your profession ). It's great to learn how taxes on products are and how to calculate them. Another reason why I would maybe would want to be a math teacher is , that math is the same all around the world . I think of it as  "the unofficial non-verbal language of the world "

food

       When I was younger I used to love hot dogs . When my family and I went out to dinner I would always order one.  The phase lasted for a good 3 years . I remember every time we went to Costco I would nag my parents for a hot dog. The reason why I don't eat them anymore is because of my sister . It all started one sunny Fourth of July , I was 5 years old and my sister was 8 years old . Since I took the last hotdog which she wanted , she told me how they make hotdogs and what they are made of. Not even 10 seconds after she finished her "informative" rant to me I threw up on her . After that horrific event , I made an oath to myself never to eat a hotdog again.