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miércoles, 24 de noviembre de 2010

The way up to Heaven by Roald Dahl

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Mrs. Foster has a pathological fear of being late. Whenever she is in danger of missing a train or plane or an engagement, a tiny muscle near her eye begins to twitch. The worst part is that her husband, Mr. Eugene Foster, seems to torment her by making sure that they always leave the house one or two minutes past the point of safety. On this particular occasion Mrs. Foster is leaving to visit her daughter and grandchildren in Paris for the first time ever, and she's frantic to think that she'll miss her flight. By the time her husband finally joins her at the car, she's too far behind schedule. Luckily the flight is postponed til the next day, and Mr. Foster persuades her to come home for the night. When she's ready to leave the next day, though, her husband suggests that they drop him off at his club on the way. Knowing this will make her late, she protests in vain. Just before the car leaves, he runs back in the house on the pretense of picking up a gift he forgot for his daughter. While he's gone Mrs. Foster discovers the gift box shoved down between the seat cushions. She runs up to the house to tell him that she has the gift... and suddenly she pauses. She listens. She stays frozen for 10 seconds, straining to hear something. Then she turns and runs to the car, telling the driver that they're too late and her husband will have to find another ride. She makes her flight and has a wonderful visit with her grandchildren. She writes her husband every week and sends him a telegram before she flies home six weeks later. He's not at the airport to meet her though, and when she enters the house (after taking a taxi home) she notices a curious odor in the air. Satisfied, she enters her husband's study and calls the elevator repairman. It had jammed and she left him to die there!

Comprehension Questions

1. Setting
The story takes place in New York in the 1950 or 1960. Mr and Mrs Foster lived in a large six storey house with a lift in New York City, on East Sixty-secod street. It is a gloomy place. They have four servants and a butler because they were very wealthy.

2. Describe Mrs. Foster:
She has a phobia, she is afraid  of  being late. She used to arrive an hour beforehand everywhere. She is a lovely  wife who always takes care of her husband but at the end she behaves badly. Finally,we think she has a selfish attitude although she is patient she isn't at all reliable.
*organized
*impatienet
*anxious
*kind
*sensitive
*obsesive
*phobic

3.- Describe Mr. Foster:
Mr. Foster is considererate with his wife and he has good maners. He never wants to increase her wife's misery.  He always thinks that her husband is guilty.
Mr. Foster is nearly seventy years old and lives with his wife. Mr. Foster has a social life but the couple relationship is really bad.
He'san elegant man and he is the member of a distinguished men´s club.
*cold

*mean

4- How is their relationship?
Mr and Mrs. Foster are the typical American coupleof the sixties. They have a stereotypical relation. They don't love each other but they get on well for the society. They have been married for about thirtty years in which she has been the typical good wife. She has an obsessive behaviour which irritates her husband so much. When he has the opportunity he makes her suffer keeping her waiting unnecessarily

jueves, 21 de octubre de 2010

I turn to you





I Turn To You   ( lyrics)

When I'm lost in the rain
In your eyes I know I'll find the light
To light my way, when I'm scared losing ground
When my world is going crazy you can turn it all around
And when I'm down you're there pushing me to the top
You're always there giving me all you've got

For a shield, from the storm for a friend, for a love
To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you
For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on
For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you

When I lose the will to win
I just reach for you and I can reach the sky again
I can do anything 'cause your love is so amazing
'Cause your love inspires me
And when I need a friend you're always on my side
Giving me faith taking me through the night

For a shield, from the storm, for a friend, for a love
To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you
For the strength to be strong and for the will to carry on
For everything you do I turn to you yeah
For the arms to be my shelter through all the rain
For truth that will never change for someone to lean on
But for a heart I can rely on through anything
For the one who I can run to oh I turn to you

For a shield from the storm, for a friend, for a love
To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you
For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on
For everything you do, for everything that's true
For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you

viernes, 1 de octubre de 2010

Transport UK

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travel and Transport UK home page.


Mobile phones and driving

Using your mobile phone when driving or riding a vehicle is dangerous. If you’re caught using a hand-held phone while driving, you could be prosecuted. Find out why using your phone when driving is distracting, what the penalties are and when it is safe to use your phone.

The law on using hand-held phones and similar devices while driving

THINK!

Reaction times for drivers using hand-held phones are 30 per cent slower than reaction times for drivers who have been drinking at the legal limit
It is illegal to drive a vehicle or ride a motorcycle while using a hand-held mobile phone. This also applies to any similar device (that must be held at some point) to:
  • send or receive spoken or written messages or still or moving images
  • access the internet
These devices include smartphones or Personal Digital Assistants (PDAs).
While driving, you must not use your hand-held mobile phone, smartphone or PDA:
  • to make or receive calls
  • to send or receive picture and text messages
  • to access the internet
  • when you're stopped at traffic lights
  • when you're queuing in traffic
It’s also illegal to use a hand-held phone when supervising a learner driver or rider.
If you're an employer, you can be prosecuted if you ask your employees to make or receive calls while driving.

The penalties for using your phone while driving

If you're caught using a hand-held mobile phone or similar device while driving or riding, you can expect to get an automatic fixed penalty notice. This means you'll get three penalty points on your driving licence and have to pay a fine of £60.
However, your case may go to court. If it does, you may also face disqualification from driving or riding on top of a maximum fine of £1,000. If you're a driver of a bus or goods vehicle, you could face a maximum fine of £2,500.
If you reach six or more penalty points within two years of passing your test, you'll lose your licence under the New Drivers Act. You’ll need to re-sit your driving test to get your licence back.

Why using your phone while driving is dangerous

If your mobile rings while you're driving, let it go to a message service or call divert - pick up your messages when you're stopped
Making or taking phone calls when driving will distract you. Research shows that if you’re using any mobile phone when driving, you're four times more likely to crash. You also have significantly worse reaction times than someone driving after drinking alcohol at the legal limit.
To find out how difficult it is to focus on several things while driving, try the Driving Challenge. This online game highlights the dangers of using your phone when driving.

When you can use a hand-held phone in your vehicle

You should only use your mobile phone in a vehicle if you:
  • need to call 999 or 112 in response to a genuine emergency where it's unsafe or impracticable to stop
  • are safely parked (but never stop on the hard shoulder of the motorway unless it’s an emergency)
  • are a passenger

Using hands-free phones, sat-navs and two-way radios when driving

It’s not illegal to use hands-free phones, sat-navs (satellite navigation systems) and two-way radios while driving, but they can be a distraction. You'll face the same penalties as using a phone if the police believe you’re not in proper control of your vehicle.

jueves, 30 de septiembre de 2010

Word Formation (Education)

Exercise:
  1. 17-year-old Yvonne Smith plans to work in ....................  when she leaves school. ADVERTISE
  2. She will have to work hard if she wants to be...................in her choosen career. SUCCESS
  3. Unfortunately, there is high level of ..................in this field at present. EMPLOY
  4. Yvonne teacher is one of her strongest .................SUPPORT
  5. There's a strong ................. that Sonya and her family may move to Australia next year.  POSSIBLE             
  6. There are more job opportunities over there, so this could be an ideal .................. to her problem.     SOLVE                   
advertising - successful - unemployment - supporters - possibility - solution

Back to school,aged 35

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Back to school,aged 35



So has school got easier?...
Students from AR42 asnwer:
History: the history teacher was demanding and she talked a lot. When she was teaching everybody was involved.
Modern Languages: Portuguese. It was an interesting subject. Everybody paid attention and enjoyed the lesson. We used to sing and learn about Portuguese culture and traditions.
Nadia Guiffrey, Cintia Hevia
Lunch: There wasn't a canteen in our school. We went to school only in the morning and those days that we had to come back in the afernoon we had lunch at home or we had a sandwich or some fruit at school.
RE: (Religious Education) We didn't have religious education because we went to a state school. In religious schools here, students don't have meditation classes, instead, they have "catequesis".
Julia Lanzone, María Lucía Travaini
English: We didn't have French lessons at school, we had English classes. As the level of the lessons wasn't good enough, some of us went to private institutes, to improve our English.
Maths: Our maths teacher used to use the traditional blackboard, she didn't use interactive technology. We had to turn off the mobiles when we were in class.
Denise Pescheux, Luciana Massotti
Information and Communication Technology: When we went to secondary school we didn't have Information and Communication Technology because there weren't computers at school. We used to have "typing" lessons. These days Typing is an optional subject.
Some subjects as Maths are more difficult than they used to be years ago and teaching methods have changed.
Gabriela and Silvia
Maths: At the secondary school the Maths teacher didn't use an interactive whiteboard and the pupils didn't look interested in the lessons. Mobiles rang in the middle of the class.
History: The History teacher had problems controlling the noise level, the pupils talked a lot all the time, they stood up and walked around!
Ariel, Nina

lunes, 21 de junio de 2010

Films about High School

Newsweek link to read about the most famous High School films

lunes, 1 de febrero de 2010

The Way Up to Heaven

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwU9RRp_jSY

The Flying Machine - Ray Bradbury

In the year A.D. 400, the Emperor Yuan held his throne by the Great Wall of China, and the land was green with rain, readying itself toward the harvest, at peace, the people in his dominion neither too happy nor too sad. Early on the morning of the first day of the first week of the second month of the new year, the Emperor Yuan was sipping tea and fanning himself against a warm breeze when a servant ran across the scarlet and blue garden tiles, calling, "Oh, Emperor, Emperor, a miracle!" "Yes," said the Emperor, "the air is sweet this morning." "No, no, a miracle!" said the servant, bowing quickly. "And this tea is good in my mouth, surely that is a miracle." "No, no, Your Excellency." "Let me guess then - the sun has risen and a new day is upon us. Or the sea is blue. That now is the finest of all miracles." "Excellency, a man is flying!" "What?" The Emperor stopped his fan. "I saw him in the air, a man flying with wings. I heard a Voice call out of the sky, and when I looked up, there he was, a dragon in the heavens with a man in its mouth, a dragon of paper and bamboo, coloured like the sun and the grass." "It is early," said the Emperor, "and you have just wakened from a dream." "It is early, but I have seen what I have seen! Come, and you will see it too." "Sit down with me here," said the Emperor. "Drink some tea. It must be a strange thing, if it is true, to see a man fly. You must have time to think of it, even as I must have time to prepare myself for the sight." They drank tea. "Please," said the servant at last, "or he will be gone." The Emperor rose thoughtfully. "Now you may show me what you have seen." They walked into a garden, across a meadow of grass, over a small bridge, through a grove of trees, and up a tiny hill. "There!" said the servant. The Emperor looked into the sky. And in the sky, laughing so high that you could hardly hear him laugh, was a man; and the man was clothed in bright papers and reeds to make wings and a beautiful yellow tail, and he was soaring all about like the largest bird in a universe of birds, like a new dragon in a land of ancient dragons. The man called down to them from high in the cool winds of morning. "I fly, I fly!" The servant waved to him. "Yes,yes!" The Emperor Yuan did not move. Instead he looked at the Great Wall of China now taking shape out of the farthest mist in the green hills, that splendid snake of stones which writhed with majesty across the entire land. That wonderful wall which had protected them for a timeless time from enemy hordes and preserved peace for years without number. He saw the town, nestled to itself by a river and a road and a hill, beginning to waken. "Tell me," he said to his servant, "has anyone else seen this flying man?" "I am the only one, Excellency," said the servant, smiling at the sky, waving. The Emperor watched the heavens another minute and then said, "Call him down to me." "Ho, come down, come down! The Emperor wishes to see you!" called the servant, hands cupped to his shouting mouth. The Emperor glanced in all directions while the flying man soared down the morning wind. He saw a farmer, early in his fields, watchihg the sky, and he noted where the farmer stood. The flying man alit with a rustle of paper and a creak of bamboo reeds. He came proudly to the Emperor, clumsy in his rig, at last bowing before the old man. "What have you done?" demanded the Emperor. "I have flown in the sky, Your Excellency," replied the man. "What have you done?" said the Emperor again. "I have just told you!" cried the flier. "You have told me nothing at all." The Emperor reached out a thin hand to touch the pretty paper and the birdlike keel of the apparatus. It smelled cool, of the wind. "Is it not beautiful, Excellency?" "Yes, too beautiful." "It is the only one in the world!" smiled the man. "And I am the inventor." "The only one in the world?" "I swear it!" "Who else knows of this?" "No one. Not even my wife, who would think me mad with the son. She thought I was making a kite. I rose in the night and walked to the cliffs far away. And when the morning breezes blew and the sun rose, I gathered my courage, Excellency, and leaped from the cliff. I flew! But my wife does not know of it." "Well for her, then," said the Emperor. "Come along." They walked back to the great house. The sun was full in the sky now, and the smell of the grass was refreshing. The Emperor, the servant, and the flier paused within the huge garden. The Emperor clapped his hands. "Ho, guards!" The guards came running. "Hold this man." The guards seized the flier. "Call the executioner," said the Emperor. "What's this!" cried the flier, bewildered. "What have I done?" He began to weep, so that the beautiful paper apparatus rustled. "Here is the man who has made a certain machine," said the Emperor, "and yet asks us what he has created. He does not know himself. It is only necessary that he create, without knowing why he has done so, or what this thing will do." The executioner came running with a sharp silver ax. He stood with his naked, large-muscled arms ready, his face covered with a serene white mask. "One moment," said the Emperor. He turned to a nearby table upon which sat a machine that he himself had created. The Emperor took a tiny golden key from his own neck. He fitted his key to the tiny, delicate machine and wound it up. Then he set the machine going. The machine was a garden of metal and jewels. Set in motion, the birds sangs in tiny metal trees, wolves walked through miniature forests, and tiny people ran in and out of sun and shadow, fanning themselves with miniature fans, listening to tiny emerald birds, and standing by impossibly small but tinkling fountains. "Is It not beautiful?" said the Emperor. "If you asked me what I have done here, I could answer you well. I have made birds sing, I have made forests murmur, I have set people to walking in this woodland, enjoying the leaves and shadows and songs. That is what I have done." "But, oh, Emperor!" pleaded the flier, on his knees, the tears pouring down his face. "I have done a similar thing! I have found beauty. I have flown on the morning wind. I have looked down on all the sleeping houses and gardens. I have smelled the sea and even seen it, beyond the hills, from my high place. And I have soared like a bird; oh, I cannot say how beautiful it is up there, in the sky, with the wind about me, the wind blowing me here like a feather, there like a fan, the way the sky smells in the morning! And how free one feels! That is beautiful, Emperor, that is beautiful too!" "Yes," said the Emperor sadly, "I know it must be true. For I felt my heart move with you in the air and I wondered: What is it like? How does it feel? How do the distant pools look from so high? And how my houses and servants? Like ants? And how the distant towns not yet awake?" "Then spare me!" "But there are times," said the Emperor, more sadly still, "when one must lose a little beauty if one is to keep what little beauty one already has. I do not fear you, yourself, but I fear another man." "What man?" "Some other man who, seeing you, will build a thing of bright papers and bamboo like this. But the other man will have an evil face and an evil heart, and the beauty will be gone. It is this man I fear." "Why? Why?" "Who is to say that someday just such a man, in just such an apparatus of paper and reed, might not fly in the sky and drop huge stones upon the Great Wall of China?" said the Emperor. No one moved or said a word. "Off with his head," said the Emperor. The executioner whirled his silver ax. "Burn the kite and the inventor's body and bury their ashes together," said the Emperor. The servants retreated to obey. The Emperor turned to his hand-servant, who had seen the man flying. "Hold your tongue. It was all a dream, a most sorrowful and beautiful dream. And that farmer in the distant field who also saw, tell him it would pay him to consider it only a vision. If ever the word passes around, you and the farmer die within the hour." "You are merciful, Emperor." "No, not merciful," said the old man. Beyond the garden wall he saw the guards burning the beautiful machine of paper and reeds that smelled of the morning wind. He saw he dark smoke climb into the sky. "No, only very much bewildered and afraid." He saw the guards digging a tiny pit wherein to bury the ashes. "What is the life of one man against those of a million others? I must take solace from that thought." He took the key from its chain about his neck and once more wound up the beautiful miniature garden. He stood looking out across the land at the Great Wall, the peaceful town, the green fields, the rivers and streams. He sighed. The tiny garden whirred its hidden and delicate machinery and set itself in motion; tiny people walked in forests, tiny faces loped through sun-speckled glades in beautiful shining pelts, and among the tiny trees flew little bits of high song and bright blue and yellow colour, flying, flying, flying in that small sky. "Oh," said the Emperor, closing his eyes, "look at the birds, look at the birds!"