My name is Dora Nettle, and, when I grow up, I want to be a phlebotomist.
I'm not quite shur sure what a phlebotomist it. I think I heard my mommy say that word once. But that's what I want to be.
I want to be a phlebotomist because that sounds really cool. I'm not sure, but I think a phlebotomist makes phlegm. That's what it sounds like. I think I'm already a phlobotomist because I have a cold and I always have phlegm in my nose and I have to blow it out into a tisoo tissue. My big sister yells when she sees this, she says it is disgastin desgusten icky. So I will be a good phlebotomist.
I think it would be good to be a phlebotomist becuase phlegm makes big sisters mad and gets them away. My friend's big sister does this. I don't like mine, so I should be a phlebotomist so she will go away when I don't want her around. Lots of people would buy my phlegm to get rid of theyre their big sisters, so I would make a lot of money and live in a huge and fancy house.
This is a good effort, Nora, and I quite like your imagination, but I don't think a phlebotomist would be a good job. Your big sister would probably not like you very much if you always sent her away. Maybe you could find another job which suits you and write about that? You should also avoid using words like 'icky' in an essay. Good try!