tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29577812972619062952024-03-05T23:37:12.676-08:00ITNIO'S WORLDAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-18656599761848161942014-06-09T05:29:00.001-07:002014-06-09T05:29:24.883-07:00MY OVERALL VIEW<br />
Dear likely reader(s), <br />
<br />
I would like to drop a line as a summary of the year we have just finished. <br />
<br />
We all have become aware of the fact that acquiring the C1 level in English turns out to be a demanding but, at the same time, worthwhile experience, which my twelve classmates and I are hopefully able to attain either this month or in September. <br />
<br />
For English teachers registering in the C1 course is, to my view, <i>conditio sine qua non</i>. I must raise the merit of those mates who do not teach
English for they have overcome difficulties with hard work and
enthusiasm. We have been exposed to a number of strategies, displayed by our teacher, who has meant to develop our communicative competence. The range of activities and approaches to the language will definitely be useful for our lessons. <br />
<br />
We have mastered both oral and written skills for a variety of purposes. A quotation I have learned and will always recall is one by Confucius, "The educated man is able to see a problem from another point of view." That day Emilio made me go beyond knowledge to move on to the integral growth of the person, that third scope of the subject matter, represented by that circle drawn on the introduction day, that remote 19th September, 2013.<br />
<br />
As a final remark, which I probably should not include but I will write though, I would like to express the fact that the exam has not been prepared by the teacher may have been quite unfair for both Emilio and the students. <br />
<br />
I look forward to your reading this post and the drink after the oral exam.<br />
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I hope to see you all next Wednesday.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-27728525319376903982014-06-01T09:23:00.000-07:002014-06-01T09:23:16.828-07:00SELF-PORTRAIT IN THE MIRROR<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"></span></b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Whenever, by chance, I catch a glimpse of myself
in the mirror, I usually scowl: a high brow merges with a receding hairline;
short, spikey, brown hair which, two weeks after having had it cut, becomes
mousy and grows tangled strands as though my pillow meant to snatch them from
me; asymmetrical, hazel eyes topped by bushy eyebrows and a one-centimetre scar
on the bottom left eyelid, caused by a concussion at the soft-hearted age of
three; a Roman nose featured by wide, maternal-grandmother-inherited nostrils; both
temples filled with dimples, which do not represent but the mark of teenage
spots; gradually bigger ears (whether I like it or not); medium-length
sideboards which lead into an everlastingly ill-shaven, four-day beard, which
covers a double chin and a square jaw; thick lips that enclose big, crooked
incisors; a rather dark complexion that suggests a resemblance to a regular
Arab’s appearance – hence purchasing some silver bracelets in Tanger turns out
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-56503576439467925582014-06-01T09:19:00.001-07:002014-06-01T09:19:10.017-07:00INTERCULTURAL COMPETENCELast Tuesday, 6th May, we attended a lecture by Professor Richard Harvey, of University of New Mexico.<br />
<br />
The topic of "Intercultural Competence" was broached, alluding directly to those people who do not intend to travel or meet new people. When communicating, people must make a great effort to understand "the other" showing, in this way, not only empathy, but also tolerance and non-judgmentalism. As a matter of fact, the key of two people with different backgrounds to come across each other's messages surpasses the mere boundaries of language proficiency, merging into cross-cultural competence and religious expertise. He stated that interaction was an instance of the Iceberg model, in that it doesn't usually show values, beliefs or preferences of the people who take part in it.<br />
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Professor Harvey raised the importance of history as an ultimate conditioning for the individuals' conscience of the population of a country. He also exposed the D.I.E. exercise (Describe-Evaluate-Inform) and exemplified it superbly.<br />
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In conclusion, we had the opportunity to know about an interesting topic in a relaxed fashion, as Professor Harvey arranged the lecture as an exchange of impressions and made everyone present spend a nice evening.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-24965753770317823842014-04-27T08:03:00.001-07:002014-04-27T08:03:34.009-07:00ABOUT THE POETRY EVENTGood afternoon,<br />
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I'd like to express how a wonderful experience "Discovering the Poem inside You" has been. The setting, which I'd never been to, is remarkably beautiful, with outstanding acoustics. The reciters did the best reading version, better than every rehearsal. Finally, the narration was carried out by a true master of ceremonies. I hope everybody enjoyed the event as much as I did. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-87139993398376416032014-04-03T08:25:00.000-07:002014-04-03T08:25:09.479-07:00ON POETRY<b>Thomas Hardy</b> was, to my mind, an unusual writer. As a novelist he emerged as one of the late figures of the Victorian period. Some of his best-known novels are <i>Tess d'Urbervilles</i> and <i>Jude the Obscure</i>. With the change of century and although everyone does not share my opinion, nonetheless, Hardy excelled at poetry. With a Romantic influence and a critical view of society, he wrote some of the most brilliant poems of the beginning of the 20th century in English. Here is one sample:<br />
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<b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Neutral tones </span></b></h1>
<b>
</b><br />
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We stood by a pond that winter day,
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And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
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And a few leaves lay on the starving sod;
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– They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
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<br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Over tedious riddles of years ago;
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
And some words played between us to and fro
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
On which lost the more by our love.
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<br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Alive enough to have strength to die;
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Like an ominous bird a-wing….
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<br />
<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree,
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<div style="padding-left: 1em; text-indent: -1em;">
And a pond edged with grayish leaves. </div>
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Outstanding mental image of the feelings of an abandoned lover.</div>
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Moving on to something hilarious, I hope you enjoy this one:</div>
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You Digging On My Grave? </span></h1>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> "Ah,
are you digging on my grave,<br />
My loved one? Planting rue?"<br />
"No: yesterday he went to wed<br />
One of the brightest wealth has bred.<br />
'It cannot hurt her now,' he said,<br />
'That I should not be true.'" <br />
<br />
"Then who is digging on my grave,<br />
My nearest dearest kin?"<br />
"Ah, no: they sit and think, 'What use!<br />
What good will planting flowers produce?<br />
No. Tendance of her mound can loose<br />
Her spirit from Death's gin.'" <br />
<br />
"But someone digs upon my grave?<br />
My enemy? Prodding sly?"<br />
"Nay: when she heard you had passed the Gate<br />
That shuts on all flesh soon or late,<br />
She thought you no more worth her hate,<br />
And cares not where you lie. <br />
<br />
"Then, who is digging on my grave?<br />
Say, since I have not guessed!"<br />
"O it is I, my mistress dear,<br />
Your little dog , who still lives near,<br />
And much I hope my movements here<br />
Have not disturbed your rest?" <br />
<br />
"Ah yes! You dig upon my grave...<br />
Why flashed it not to me<br />
That one true heart was left behind!<br />
What feeling do we ever find<br />
To equal among human kind<br />
A dog's fidelity!" <br />
<br />
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave<br />
To bury a bone, in case<br />
I should be hungry near this spot<br />
When passing on my daily trot.<br />
I am sorry, but I quite forgot<br />
It was your resting place."</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-58674389418393812252014-03-31T10:53:00.001-07:002014-03-31T10:53:30.274-07:00JOSÉ MÚJICAThe President of Uruguay is one of the most atypical political leaders nowadays. Well-known for having legalized marijuana, with the intention of reducing the flow of money to criminal gangs in South America, as well as for being a mediator in armed conflicts such as the one in Colombia, Mújica donates 90% of his salary to Uruguayan charities. The scene we have been able to watch, striking though it may be as we see Mújica in his hacienda with no sign of opulence, makes us aware that another model of politicians is possible. What is more, he is not willing to set an example in spite of the fact that he has done it.<br />
<br />
I would like to summarise this interview with a quotation from this <i>charrúa</i>, "(One has to) live in accordance with how one thinks." If Western-world political leaders were only said this once a day... Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-75565110870122827642014-03-25T08:37:00.000-07:002014-03-25T08:37:42.076-07:00ABOUT ADOLFO SUÁREZIf I had to describe Suárez, I would call him "the fair politician" (nowadays' synonymous phrase for "nobody"), one who really wanted to be useful for the population. A father of our constitution of a really brave man - he showed it on 23rd February, 1981.<br />
Adolfo Suárez meant the Spanish to be free and had the intention to rule a country with the policy of consensus. He resigned from his position without being forced to. Only could it have been possible in our country!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-88319838892155228172014-03-25T08:28:00.000-07:002014-03-25T08:28:04.832-07:00ABOUT MONOLOGUES AND DIALOGUESIt's been quite long since I last wrote something here. My apologies but the large pile of exams, waiting to be corrected, have prevented me from catching up with the blog.<br />
<br />
Last week's mock exam dealing with somepractice of simulation of orals were not but a touchstone for Thursday's exam and, in longer term, the official one. We could become aware of all the situations that surround it. Congrats to all my mates. You did it very well! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-86595095904256716612014-03-04T03:44:00.001-08:002014-03-04T03:44:21.092-08:00REVIEW OF "THE SAILOR-BOY'S TALE" <i>The Sailor-Boy's Tale </i>is a short story by the Danish writer Karen Blixen, the author of <i>Out of Africa</i>.<br />
<br />
On the way from Marseille to Athens, the sailor-boy, Simon, spotted a bird that stuck in the main-mast of the
ship. The boy climbed up in
order to free the bird, a peregrine falcon. Two years later, while on another ship on the northern coast of Norway, Simon stabbed a Russian sailor to death, for he tried to prevent him from meeting Nora, a girl who had promised to give him a kiss the previous day. Simon could meet Nora in the end, and she kissed him. Simon was eventually taken in by Sunniva, a Lapp-woman who avoided his capture for murder by pretending that he was her son. Then she explained to him that she was the falcon she had rescued, and she did nothing but return him the favour.<br />
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The story is an allegory of fate: what comes around goes around. The appearance of the supernatural creature, the old woman that becomes a falcon, provides the story with a fantasy element which I kind of dislike although it helps to convey the message in a more appropriate way and makes it more enjoyable.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-33126139875575361072014-02-19T15:01:00.001-08:002014-02-19T15:01:26.231-08:00Reaction to Syrian refugee camp textsWhen I first knew about the situation in Syria, nobody would imagine what it could be up to. I thought it was one more episode of the Arabian spring and not much more.<br />
Almost three years after this, it has got to such an extent to be a major conflict with reference to casualties and the fact that it is the second largest demographical group in the world in terms of the number of refugees.<br />
Personally, I wonder why the international community do not concern about Syria. They could have solved this stuff as soon as it started. The USA only worry about the matters from which they can earn the utmost quantity of money. I propose to have Bashar al-Assad working in the asphalt of A7. Were he to be forced to do this, he would leave the people in Syria in peace.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-69996455698853068542014-02-11T14:02:00.002-08:002014-02-11T14:02:59.803-08:00A SONG THAT MADE MY DAY BETTERLast weekend, I was a bit down. It was pouring with rain and I did not feel <br />
like anything. Nevertheless, while I was zapping on TV, I glanced at MTV <br />
and a video caught my eye. Maybe it's not the song, which is rather simple, <br />
but the melody and, specially, the video. They encouraged me.<br />
<br />
Due to its straightforward lyrics, I have chosen as the song of the month for <br />
my 2nd ESO students, who have enjoyed it to a such extent.<br />
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Hope you like it too and bring joy to your day!! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-42978150625115994592014-02-01T03:31:00.001-08:002014-02-01T03:31:44.665-08:00THE NGO I SPOKE ABOUT: BANCO DE ALIMENTOSIt is a non-profit institution dedicated to the collection, storage and distribution of foodstuff to those people who are in need. <br />
<br />
The first food bank in the world appeared in Phoenix, Arizona, in 1966 and, in 1993, the <i>Federación Española de Bancos de Alimentos</i> was established. Its original aim was collecting excesses of food in supermarkets.<br />
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The emblem of the federation is, as you can see below, two birds being fed. <br />
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This institution is made up by volunteers. Most people lack the time to become one. Thus, to contribute with it, you can donate some food, above all non-perishable items, to its headquarters in Motril, situated in "Camino de las Ventillas 61, Cerrillo Jaime nº 4, 18600 Motril". They organise a collection weekend every year, just before Christmas, and there are some volunteers in every supermarket in our town. The link to their website is:<br />
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http://www.bancoalimentos.org/index.php?page=pageindex.showPageDetail&id=8&anchor=delegaciones<br />
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I would like to conclude by encouraging to make your contribution to this NGO, one that has no economic aims, writing its motto:<br />
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"A little of you is a lot."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-2821319657902549102014-01-11T05:02:00.002-08:002014-01-11T05:02:22.937-08:00MANDELA'S GIFT<b>i. The book ends with a chapter named Mandela's Gift, which delineates what Stengel took from Mandela the man, after having worked with him so closely. What do you take from the book, in terms of your own life?</b><br />
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I usually value to a great extent those virtues which I lack. Nelson Mandela was indeed a man of virtue, but I had to underline three of them, I would choose:<br />
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<b>1. Love of the Mankind</b><br />
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Mandela must not be considered the father of the black people, but the fighter for equality. He accomplished the death of the racial segregation in his country. In some ways, he spent almost 28 years in prison for this, but I do not think it was something that hurt him. Stengel said that he left his own family aside. However, he can be portrayed as an incarnation or messiah, who had to be an aid for those in difficulty. The concept <i>ubuntu</i>, a person is a person through other people, has its personification in Nelson Mandela. <br />
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<b>2. Trust me </b><br />
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Mandela was a man with no folds. He was the person he seemed to be. I remember being 7 years old, the first time I saw him on Informe Semanal. I had not ever heard of him, but I immediately knew he was a great person. When you behold a picture of him, you become aware of the kindness. I do not remember a person with such a captivating, but, at the same time, simple smile. He must have been the friend everyone would like to have.<br />
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<b>3. The Measured Man</b><br />
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In hundreds of situations he could have got on his nerves due to harsh events happening to him. Nevertheless, he seemed calm all the time, as in a kind of Zen state. This feature would him the possibility to see difficult questions from other angles and lead to the best solutions to them. I wonder how many Mississippis he did count during his entire life!<b> </b> <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-36998029781996178492014-01-11T04:17:00.000-08:002014-01-11T04:17:04.618-08:00MANDELA'S WAY<b>c. Choose, out of the fifteen chapters of the book, the three ones that interest you more and explain why.</b><br />
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The chapters 8 (Know your enemy), 9 (Keep your rivals close) and 14 (It's always both) are the ones I have enjoyed the most.<br />
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First, it is narrated how Mandela tried to understand and discover his political opponents' weaknesses. Being imprisoned, Mandela learned the language of his oppressor, the Afrikaans, and the history of the Afrikaners. He would say that on addressing an enemy, you have to go beyond the rational and, literally, "you go straight into their hearts." It was both an act of persuasion and, at the same time, he converted some enemies into his allies. The parallelism he drew, in Afrikaans, between the submission of the Afrikaner to the British during the Boer war and the apartheid in front of the South African president, P. W. Botha, was awesome and resulted in the release of Walter Sisulu. Being the first South African president elected democratically, he turned to sports, specially rugby, as way of healing the nation. He wanted to convey that South Africa would be one, that there would be justice for the black minority and that there would not be any revenge and so the white population did not have to be scared.<br />
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In second place, Mandela was said not to lose track of his opponents, even his friendly ones. He did not make a god out of loyalty. That is what happened to Mandela's relation to Bantu Holomisa and Chris Hani. They were immature and visceral. Mandela behaved as a father for them, teaching them to make decisions on the head rather than the blood. The Zulu leader Mangosuthu Butelezi is portrayed as an ally to become an enemy. Therefore, Mandela, when appointed South African president, invited him into first cabinet as minister of home affairs as he was so dangerous for Mandela that he needed to "keep an eye on him."<br />
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Last but not least, Mandela <span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;">the answer to optional questions was almost always both. In a dilemma all explanations might be
true. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;">A "both" or a "maybe" is closer to the truth than a
"yes" or "no". </span></span>When he was released, he tried to solve a problem reconciling both sides. Sometimes it was not possible to make everyone happy. For instance, </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 150%;">in his negotiations for the
country's first government, he made compromises in order to
come to an agreement, that is, a unity government with the National Party, in
which F. W. de Klerk was vice president in spite of knowing that he had been a traitor to him several times. </span></span><br />
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Last Thursday, 8.55 p.m. When the class seemed to be ending up and some
of the students were going to stand up so as to begin our extended weekend,
Emilio, with a simple gesture, made us sit down again. You can see
something similar to this at the beginning of this YouTube clip
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It appealled me how wonderfully Emilio, unconsciously, made Samuel L. Jackson's gesture. We were dying to leave, so our most sincere apologies must be presented. However, it was "Puenting Tarantino's" fault!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-25850611078375118502013-12-11T07:42:00.003-08:002013-12-11T07:42:47.085-08:00DURING THE EXAM PERIOD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Exams, we love them so much. Should they not exist, we would have to create them! Thank God as soon as they finish, we run away on holidays!!<br />
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At the end of the term, people are so fed up with all the school stuff that some years ago, I hanged a sheet of paper with the above inscriptions printed from the noticeboard of the staff room at my school.<br />
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I promise it was just a joke, but some colleagues spent some time hitting their head against the wall. I wondered what would have happened if I had asked them for some small change... lol<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-87583435698788864542013-12-04T08:57:00.001-08:002013-12-04T08:57:11.462-08:00PEACE, A VIDIn last week's activity, my group and I chose LACK OF RESPECT as the most serious global issue, as the one that affects the world in a sadder way, taking into consideration what it can convey in a bigger scale. We must not tolerate that some people are denigrated due to reasons namely the colour of their skin, the fact that they are women or the sexual condition.<br />
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I hope you will like both the video and the song. I know you will share this message, "Peace will come to me." May peace be with you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-46101919854643873862013-11-20T12:55:00.000-08:002013-11-20T12:55:09.857-08:00IRELAND STUFFGood evening,<br />
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To complete my presentation about Ireland, I want to include this video. You can see some boys, called "knackers", naughty boys that you can never know what they're up to, steering a shopping trolley, with a drunkard inside. A Garda (Irish police) car bumps into them and ask them to bring back the trolley - in Spain it would have been different indeed - while the boys don't seem to be even worried about the situation. The drunkard says, "I'm not going home!", which made me burst into laughter.<br />
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Unfortunately and as I said in my speech, the alcohol consumption is a real problem in Ireland. People usually have a "black celebration" in the evening, that one when you don't have anything to celebrate. Drink with moderation, it's your responsibility.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-723046108195597312013-11-06T12:42:00.000-08:002013-11-06T12:42:02.696-08:00NARRATIONEt voilà...<br />
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Experience
has always been considered a kind of mastery in people’s life. People may not
be somehow appropriate in situations they have not faced before. Thus when the
sensible become aware of a behavioural mistake, they must try not to do it
again. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">During my
Erasmus spell, in 2003, I paid my friend Néstor a short visit in Dublin. I
arrived in the city on a spring day at 5pm and Néstor, who by that time was
working, had given me his address. After some time seeking the house, there I
was knocking at his door and a short, dark-complexioned, East Asian man opened
it. Immediately did I think, “Poor Néstor! He must be broke; he can only afford
to live with a tramp.” After introducing ourselves, he struck up a
conversation. His name was Shiful and was Bangladeshi. I will always remember
that he was gazing at a Michael Jackson music video in which the departed
singer was characterized as a statue as he exclaimed, “I want to go to this
place!” I realized that he was both naïve and enthusiastic. He showed me their
house, half in ruins. They shared it with some everlasting moss. I entered
their filthy, two-square-metre bathroom, the only one where you could do number
two, wash your hands in the washbasin and your feet in the shower at the same
time! He worked for fifteen hours a day as a chef. Not only was he
hard-working, but he was also vital. He stated that he would develop his
profession for a period of time, in that his ideal job was to rest free from
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lessons every day. “Optimistic people make us grow old happy,” would preach my
grandma. I judged Shiful by his appearance. Then I got to know a person in a
million.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-31663856102174641302013-11-06T12:39:00.000-08:002013-11-06T12:39:24.610-08:00HALLOWEENThank God Halloween ended. For the first time I have celebrated this Celt-Yank tradition. Being a child I would disguise myself under a costume, but only in Carnival. Now I remember putting on a tracksuit pretending to be Benito Floro, Real Madrid's coach in the 1990s, with his glasses and his grey hair and his annoying personality. <br />
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Halloween has never been, however, my cup of tea. Hence, the fact that I had not thought of becoming a monster creature. Life is hard, sometimes. On becoming an English teacher there is some sacrifice prior to All Saint's Day. I had always refused to be Frankenstein, but this year it all has changed. The secretary of my school went to Lidl - she doesn't know how I adore her - and purchased all the Halloween stuff the school could afford (more than the Junta de Andalucía's budget would expect, for sure). Therefore, during the weekly seminar meeting the question of Halloween was proposed. We would have to hang the ghastly creatures, pumpkins, witches silhouettes and so forth and so on. My sister's school lent us a lovely head of Fester Adams. I did disguise myself. In spite of the fact that I was reluctant. I was Scary Skeleton for 15 minutes, during which I frightened a pupil of mine, as I changed my clothes in the classroom so as not to be seen, taking advantage of the break. <br />
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I may not do it again but I have to admit that it was fun. I gave my students some sweets, but the party finished within 20 minutes. They had to sit an exam. That was horror indeed.<br />
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All in all, Halloween is a globalisation festivity imported from the USA, the country in which everything is considered perfect. That is not bad, but our sense for this day is losing its importance. In addition, amounts of money are wasted, so the balance moves to the down side.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-75406120026941211892013-10-25T14:47:00.001-07:002013-10-25T14:47:41.256-07:00THE BRITISH UNDERSTATEMENTIt is a matter of fact that since the day that every Spanish person, among which, of course, I include myself, starts learning Shakespeare's language with the typical "hello, how are you?" dialogue, we become aware of some tags, i.e. those "thanks", "you're welcome" and their ever present "sorry", "excuse me" and so forth, which are highly appealing for us. We always think, "how well-mannered these people are!"<br />
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As soon as you get to know one of these, you see that the more polite a British person is, the less trustworthy. From this corpus, it is compulsory to comment on the below treble of utterances. By the way, we will know whether Emilio is British quite soon.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-56971306171981186962013-10-25T14:17:00.002-07:002013-10-25T14:17:23.039-07:00About "Can the art of storytelling be preserved?"The fact that the job of storytelling isn't one which provides its professionals with great amounts of money is widely known. Even in the areas of Middle East, where storytelling is supposed to be original, the task of telling stories must be regarded as something obsolete. It is also said that once nomads settled in towns, the tradition of storytelling began vanishing.<br />
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Furthermore, the modern society forces most parents to be far away from their children and, as a result, telling a tale becomes secondary as there is little time to do so; the nowadays' regular child usually relies on PlayStation to entertain him (or even her), but I'm afraid this isn't the most advisable pastime.<br />
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New technologies, more specifically the information and communication ones, are a drawback for oral storytelling. Can anyone think what had happened to minstrels if the Internet could have told their narration of feasts too? <br />
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Last but not least, what has really made me think is the point that topics for modern stories have been created the so-called "Arab Spring". People are more likely to know the events that have happened since 2011 by word of mouth than by watching documentaries about them or reading them in an encyclopaedia. I wonder if it'll turn out to be the reappearance of this magnificent tradition in those countries. Time will tell us.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-570030319932681042013-10-15T04:15:00.002-07:002013-10-15T04:15:25.417-07:00WHAT I THINK PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT TRAVELLERS AND TOURISTSIf I had to select a quote, I would choose Craig Heimburger's one, from TravelVice, "Tourists expect toilet paper - travelers carry their own<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Lucida Grande, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">".</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Lucida Grande, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: #444444; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Lucida Grande, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">One should always intend to have the habits of a traveller while even on a trip. As far as I am concerned, it would be a good idea to have uncle Matt, Gobo's uncle in <i>Fraggle Rock</i>, in mind, that is to say, expecting to find something new and worth seeing every time we take a turning.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-86701363898910854502013-10-14T02:09:00.003-07:002013-10-14T02:09:26.916-07:00With respect to <i>Travellers and Tourists</i>:<br />
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"Traveller" is a profession; "tourist" is a hobby.<br />
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Being a traveller represents visiting a place in a relaxed way, not paying so much attention to the well-known sights or monuments. It is enjoying the atmosphere surrounding a definite spot and getting in touch to its people, customs and traditions. A traveller spends quite a long time and a great deal of money on a journey.<br />
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Being a tourist refers to a constant haste for a period of time. A tourist visits a place and goes to a destination that a friend of his/hers told him/her and takes advantage of it to see the more attractions, the better. Tourists generally go to cheap hotels and eat bad meals and are not usually into the ways of life of the population of the place they visit. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2957781297261906295.post-76902608919418678932013-10-13T05:01:00.000-07:002013-10-13T05:01:07.182-07:00Good afternoon,<br />
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It's been quite long since I last wrote here. The time devoted to tenses, the preparation of Richard Burton's discussion and the lack of an Internet connection because of a broken router haven't let me enter my profile for twelve days. I'll try this kind of things not to happen again.<br />
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We'll be meeting next Tuesday at 6.30 pm hoping that Emilio will be fine so as to talk about <em>Mountains of the Moon</em>, a film that turned out to be a surprise (at least for me).<br />
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See you then! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12959234093917339055noreply@blogger.com0