Elena

About My Life My mane is Helen. I am from Oaxaca, Mexico.I have lived in California since 2004.I live in San Diego County with my family. I have three sisters and four brothers.I love my family.I am single. I work at Callaway Golf in Carlsbad. I enjoy working because my job is easy and sometimes I practice my English.When I was in Mexico, I studied in high school. Now I want to get my high school diploma, and my goal is study accounting later.I am polite and kind.I like to help people, especially my family. I like to go to the beach at night to walk barefoot or sleep on the sand or some times swim.In my free time I go with my brother to the park. I also go out with my friend. Some times I go dancing. I hate to cook, and I hate to wash dishes.My plan for the future is first to complete or accomplish my goal get married.

My name is Elena.My name means light. Elena was a daughter of Zeus and Leda whose “kidnapping “by Paris was the cause of the Trojan war. It was also the name of the Roman emperor Constantine. The name was originally used among early Christians in honor of the saint. When someone pronounces it, the echo is nice. When I asked my mother what made her choose my name, she said I didn’t choose your name, it was your grandmother. She chose Elena because in my village no one has the name Elena, and she wanted her granddaughter to be the only one with that name, and I’m the first granddaughter, so I’m proud to have the name Elena. Would I ever consider changing my name? No, I like my name, and the sound of it is sweet. I tell my name to all the people that I know. I’m not embarrassed by my name. I have a nickname, Ely, but just my family and my friends know about it. Elena is my name, and I’m proud to have the name Elena because it identifies who I am.

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My Horrifying Memory A long time ago I was a witness to horrible event that follows me even now.Every time I hear someone say “fight” or anything like that, I get stiff and my mind goes blank and I am unable to move or talk. The fight scene that I was a witness to happened while I was on a bus in Mexico, and I couldn’t have done anything even if I had wanted to. While I was riding the bus, I saw a group of gang members hitting a boy in the street, and the boy was only lying down and covering his face. While everybody else just stood there and didn’t do anything, the only thing I could do was just sit on the bus and also do nothing else. The gang of boys kicked and hit the kid and did it for a long time when finally someone shouted “Police” and they ran away except for one who grabbed a big rock and threw it at the kid’s head. Then his head opened and began bleeding and something white was also coming out.I was really so shocked that I just sat there with my mouth open.Then the bus drove away and I was still shocked to see such a crime that I will never forget. I think when someone likes to fight, they need to go to school to take classes to learn discipline about how and when to fight for self defense not for violence and aggression.