My Name Is Mia

My Name

   My name to everyone shouts out confusion, so confusing that the original meaning is not significant. It was supposed to be my grandmothers name, but it is now a puzzle. Maria Teresa, that is my name, or is it Maria-Teresa, or Maria...Teresa, or even Maria Theresa. I don't know. My parents don't know. Nobody knows. This name is absent, it's only present when I have to say "here!" in class, then it gets replaced to Mia. The puzzle gets hidden in our minds, never solved. When my parents have to do legal things, the puzzle comes back. They debate and debate the same controversial topic since I was born. 

"Is Maria Teresa her first name?" says my mom.

"Isn't Teresa her middle name?" says my dad.

"Isn't it pronounced TUR-E-SA?" says my dad.
"It is TUR-EH-SA!" says my mom.
"Wait, isn't her middle name your maiden name? says my dad.

   My name will never be known. It will never be understood. It will never be my identity. It is not me. Maria Teresa is not my name, my name is Mia.

   

I. Never. Thought. I. Would. Work. In. A. School...

   In school we took a "personality" type test and I think it is somewhat inaccurate, but we had to somewhat reflect what our test meant and what job in a school would we be in for it.
 
   First of all I thought of 3 jobs I could be and I have perfectly good reasons for them.

   The first job I might be is a P.E. teacher. My test said that I was the type of person to be better with sports and hands-on and  stuff like that, which is accurate. I love sports and things that you can interact and be involved in. Plus I also would love to play with the children and make them happy.

   The next job I would pick is an art teacher. For the same reason, I like doing interactive things and art fits in there. I love art because you can be creative and express your feelings. The only problem is that you need to know how to draw...

  The final job I thought of is being a lunch lady. The reason for this is that school lunches are not that good. I may not be the best cook in the world, but I think I can cook better. Having 26 hairs in a chicken (true story) is not acceptable. If I was the lunch lady I would make good and fun lunches for the kids, end of story.

   I honestly never considered working for a school because my mind always tricks me saying "You are so bad at every subject!" or "You are failing everything," but I would always consider doing a job that would make me happy and others happy, and that is what I found.