The Day the Earth Stood Still

READ the options given below. CHOOSE one and answer in as much detail as possible.


1. COMPARE Klaatu and the events in the story to the historical-myhthological figure of Jesus Christ. How are they similar?


2. Can you imagine a world without energy or technology? How would it be different.

-We depend on energy for everything and if we did not have a lot of things would not working,
Also ther would be panic around the Earth because many people would not be prepared.
I can not imagine that there was not energy, unable to use the phone, computer or turn on the light house. The Earth would back as 200 yeras ago. We will have to ride the horse, use sailboat and we should have the fire and a lot of things more. It is horrible. I could not live without electricity.

1ºB

WRITE a for and against essay about one of the following:

1. Top football players make too much money.
2. Women's games are less interesting to watch than men's games.
3. Physical Education should be more important in school curricula.
4. Football is the most beautiful game to watch.

Make sure that your essay follows the directions in the STRATEGY box on page 74 in the book.

4. Football is the most beautiful game to watch.
-I am in favor of this phrase is, I think that football is the most beautiful sport to watch, because it is a team sport and is the most watched sport in the world. It is a sport that is seen in almost every country in the world and also is a sport practiced from 4 to 5 years.

1. Top football players make too much money.
-I am against this sentence. It is true that earn much money, but also they make a lot of money in marketing, advertising, etc.. The players do to earn a lot of money at their teams. They are famous and every day they work hard and train to win every game.

NGO

FIND A VIDEO ON YOUTUBE WITH INFORMATION ABOUT AN  NGO  (Non Governmental Organization)

and write a text commenting about the following:

1.      What sort of work do they do?
- -Save the Children is a organization that helps children in Spain and the world. This organization wants that all children have human rights because in many countries of the world, children have not human rights by national origin or religion. They fight so that all children can be happy.

2.      Say why you think what they are doing is important.
..-I think it is very important because there are millions and millions of children who die each day because they have not food, because they have not home, because they have not medicines, etc. Also, many children in the world can not go to school, and I think that it is a very important human right for all.

3.      Would you consider working with them as a volunteer? 
 -Maybe, someday can work to help this organisation. I think that all people must help and work as a Volunteer because there are a lot of children who need our help.

+]Record your voice reading the above and put a link next to your text.
-I can not do it, my mobilphone is broken.

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_UHT1Aa-v8
 

Do you think dinosaur and mammoth safari parks would be a good idea? Why? Why not?

Please, choose one of the 3 options below and 

1. Answer in full expressing your opinion. The text must contain at least 100 words in English. Using a translator will count as task not done.

2. Make a recording of your voice reading the text. Put the link next to the text.

You have until 12.00 pm on Friday 21 March.

1. Do you think dinosaur and mammoth safari parks would be a good idea? Why? Why not?

2. If you could bring one extinct species back to life, what would it be? Why?

3. Are there any species you think the world would be better without? why?

 

 

1- I choose de questions numbre one:
I think dinosaurs and mammoth safari parks would be a good idea because we could see dinosaur species that lived millions of years ago. I would like because dinasaurios are amazing species. 

   I think dinosaurs would make that many people visit the museum and the company wouls earn a lot of money. although, by the other hand i would not like that the dinosaurs are trapped in Safari, however if we liberate dinosaurs, it would be dangerous because the dinosaurs are very violent species. I think that Dinosaurs and Safari Parks have good things and bad things.

The Bridges of Madison Country.

The Brisgues of Madison Country.

I think that Francesca had to choose a very difficult decision, but she chose the right decision, because although she had found the man of her life and she had fallen in love, she has a family and can not go with Robert to another city live. She thought it best for her and for Robert was married and go to live to other place, but that the best for his family was to be with them.

Although I also think that if she had chosen to go with Robert, she would be much happier because she is not happy with her family, she feels alone and sad.

 

The son and daughter  to Francesca were very surprised with this story.

 

(No puedo utilizar la aplicación Easy Voice Recorder)

 

A CHRISTMAS STORY.

TASK 1

Read the story. Then ...

1. Write a 100 summary in your own words in Spanish.
2. How much did you like the story? Explain in English please.

CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING

Pearl S Buck

He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone.

"Well, you can't, Adam." His mother's voice was brisk. "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he tok his turn."

"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."

When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.

Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.

And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought him something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too.

He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had semed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.

"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"

"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."

Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...

The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he musn't sleep too sound.

He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match to look each time to look at his old watch -- midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.

At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them, too.

He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.

"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.

He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.

The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.

Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.

"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."

"Aw-right," he said sleepily.

The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.

The minutes were endless -- ten, fifteen, he did not know how many -- and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.

"Rob!"

"Yes, Dad--"

His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.

"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.

"It's for Christmas, Dad!"

He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.

"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

"Oh, Dad, I want you to know -- I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.

"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."

They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.

This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.

It occured to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again.This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...

Such a happy, happy Christmas!

 

1- Summary:

- Es una historia de navidad en la que un hombre llamado Rob nos cuenta como vivió el día de navidad cuando tenía 15 años.

   Antes de que el padre de Rob muriese, él despertaba a Rob todas las mañanas a las 4 de la mañana para que lo ayudase en el establo. Un día, Rob escuchó a su padre decir a su madre que le daba pena despertar a su hijo por las mañanas, ya que se le veía tan cómodo durmiendo que le daba pena, él amaba a su hijo. Rob escuchó a su Padre, así que decidió levantarse el día de navidad a las 2:45 de la mañana para ordeñar las vacas. Su padre fue luego a las 4 de la mañana al establo, y vio lo que había hecho su hijo, fue el mejor regalo de navidad que le habían hecho nunca.

2- I liked the story because it's a Christmas story and I like Christmas. Also in the story tells how the best Presents aren´t material presents.

 

 TASK 2

 Below you'll find 4 stories that may well have happened during Christmas, any Christmas. They need to be finished. Please, read them and choose the one you like best. Finish it. Do it in English most preferably.
Write your part on your notebook. Later on you will upload it on your blog.

CHRISTMAS STORY 1

It`s the morning of Christmas Day. Mr. Bull, a lonely, rich, old man is looking at the big Christmas

tree in one of the corners of his huge dining room. There are no presents under the tree that one of the house servants has decorated. The old man sits down and dozes off: he dreams of other Christmas Days during his childhood, when he was poor but happy. He wakes up and begins to accept that once again he will spend Christmas Day all alone. The door bell rings: it`s a totally unexpected visit that cheers up his spirit and somehow changes him forever.
 

Mr Bull opens the door and buh! Mr Bull can´t believe, it is the ghost of Christmas.
Visitor: I'm the ghost of Christmas.
Mr Bull scared answer:
-What do you want?
'I want that this Christmas to be friendly and go to social dining room to help. If not, I'll kill you!
After seconds, Mr Bull woke up, it was a dream.
 

School.

                               THE FUN THEY HAD

Margie even wrote about it that night in her diary. On the page headed May 17, 2157, she wrote, 'Today Tommy found a real book!'
It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when all stories were printed on paper.
They turned the pages, which were yellow and crinkly, and it was awfully funny to read words that stood still instead of moving the way they were supposed to - on a screen, you know. And then, when they turned back to the page before, it had the same words on it that it had had when they read it the first time.
'Gee', said Tommy, 'what a waste. When you are through with the book, you must throw it away, I guess. Our television screen must have had a million books on it and it's good for plenty more. I wouldn't throw it away.'
'Same with mine', said Margie. She was eleven and hadn't seen as many textbooks as Tommy had. He was thirteen.
She said, 'Where did you find it?'
'In my house.' He pointed without looking, because he was busy reading. 'In the attic.'
'What's it about?'
'School.'
Margie was scornful. 'School? What's there to write about school? I hate school.'
Margie always hated school, but now she hated it more than ever. The mechanical teacher had been giving her test after test in geography and she had been doing worse and worse until her mother had shaken her head sorrowfully and sent for the County Inspector. ...
She said to Tommy, 'Why would anyone write about school?'
Tommy looked at her with very superior eyes. 'Because it's not our kind of school, stupid. This is the old kind of school that they had hundred of years ago.' He added loftily, pronouncing the word carefully, 'Centuries ago.'
Margie was hurt. 'Well, I don't know what kind of school they had all that time ago.' She read the book over his shoulder for a while, then said, 'Anyway, they had a teacher.'
'Sure they had a teacher, but it wasn't a regular teacher. It was a man.'
'A man? How could a man be a teacher?'
'Well, he just told the boys and girls things and gave them homework and asked them questions.'
'A man isn't smart enough.'
'Sure he is. My father knows as much as my teacher.'
'He can't. A man can't know as much as a teacher.'
'He knows almost as much, I betcha.'
Margie wasn't prepared to dispute that. She said, 'I wouldn't want a strange man in my house to teach me.'
Tommy screamed with laughter.
'You don't know much, Margie. The teacher didn't live in the house. They had a special building and all the kids went there.'
'And all the kids learnt the same thing?'
'Sure, if they were the same age.'
'But my mother says a teacher has to be adjusted to fit the mind of each boy and girl it teaches and that each kid has to be taught differently.'
'Just the same they didn't do it that way then. If you don't like it, you don't have to read the book.'
'I didn't say I didn't like it,' Margie said quickly. She wanted to read about those funny schools.
They weren't even half finished when Margie's mother called, 'Margie! School!'
Margie lokked up. 'Not yet, Mamma.'
'Now!' said Mrs. Jones. 'And it's probably time for Tommy, too.'
Margie said to Tommy, 'Can I read the book some more with you after school?'
'Maybe,' he said nonchalantly. He walked away whistling, the duty old book tucked beneath his arm.
Margie went into the schoolroom. It was right next to her bedroom, and the mechanical teacher was on and waiting for her. It was always on at the same time every day except Saturday and Sunday, because her mother said little girls learned better if they learned at regular hours.
The screen was lit up, and it said: 'Today's arithmetic lesson is on the addition of proper fractions. Please insert yesterday's homework in the proper slot.'
Margie did so with a sigh. She was thinking about the old schools they had when her grandfather's grandfather was a little boy. All the kids from the whole neighborhood came, laughing, and shouting in the schoolyard, sitting together in the schoolroom, going home together at the end of the day. They learned the same things, so they could help one another on the homework and talk about it.
And the teachers were people...
The mechanical teacher was flashing on the screen: 'When we add the fractions 1/2 and 1/4...'
Margie was thinking about how the kids must have loved it in the old days. She was thinking abaout the fun they had.


Assignments:

 1. WRITE a 100 word summary of the story in your own words. You may decide to do it in English or Spanish. Your effort to express yourself in English will always be valued by the teacher.

- Margie was thinking about the School of 100 years ago, Margie was thinking during the classe while the machine chatted on Mathematics.. The class ended and she went fastly to search the book that it chatted about the school.

·Margie: Tommy, Tommy!

·Tommy: What happend?

·Margie: Where is the book?

·Tommy: The book is under the bed.

Margie went to the bedroom, she catched the book and she started to read: "The school is very boring, the mayority of the boys are very stupid and today I have to do a lot of exercise! I would like that a machine give me a class in my house" Margie was surprised. She didn´t know what to say.

2. ANSWER the questions below. The more you say, the better.

a. What did Margie and Tommy find unusual about the old book?

- She finds the teachers are persons.

b. What is school like in the year 2157 and  how different from today's schools do you think it is?

-The difference is that in the year 2157 the teachers are machine and the classes are given in a house.

c. Do you think that  the Internet and technology will one day lead to such a school as described in the story?

-I think technology will improve education but People will never change by machines.

d. Where or who do you think people learn more from: school, parents, modern media, friends, reading books privately? Give reasons.

-At school because the teachers are prepared to teach children.

e.  What do you think are the most serious shortcomings in Spanish schools/this school and what could be done about it?

-I think the Bachiller is very short, it should be longer for us to prepare well for the university.