Forum Minerva. Número 1. Marzo 2009.

Departamentos

DEPARTAMENTO DE LENGUA

(Alumnos de 1º C E.S.O.)

LO QUE MÁS ME HA GUSTADO DEL INSTITUTO:

La convivencia
Lo amables que han sido algunos profesores con nosotros mi clase porque es una de las mejores
El patio por lo amplio que es y porque tiene una pista de fútbol y baloncesto
La gente que he conocido
Que salgamos del centro del centro a las 14:20 para llegar a casa y poder, además las clases duran 50 min. porque son más cortas que en el colegio
Lo que más me impresiono del instituto fue la cantidad de alumnos que hay en el centro

YO CAMBIARÍA:

Que no pusieran partes
Eliminaría las columnas de las aulas
La forma en la que se abren las ventanas
Me gustaría que el recreo durara 50 min. como una clase
Me gustaría que en la biblioteca hubiera más libros
Me gustaría no tener tantos profesores diferentes
No tener que llevar tantos libros en la mochila

DEPARTAMENTO DE INGLÉS

GANADORES DE HALLOWEEN 2008-09 EN ESO Y BACHILLERATO

I’m in to you
... Always near you

Hold me, hold me
Try to hold me
I’m you delirance

And you ...
You can shine, but
no one can see you
You can scream, but
no one can hear you à
You can breath, but
no one can feel you.
... belongs to me*

I can smell your fears ...
Dancing aroun ...
Your tears ...
Touch me, touch me
I’m not real
I’m not physical
I’m your mind

*
I’m the Lord
you’re the slave
In my world
you can’t scream
(sweet blood)
you can’t shine
(surrended soul)
you can’t fly ?

- How does it feel?
to be trapped by your ownself.
Ja, ja, ja.
- Is it nice?
Don’t be afraid.
I won’t eat you.
Ja, ja, ja.
Your Herat breaks the lonely silence
Circles and circles and you
can’t hide
cause I’m into your mind.

Belongs to me
belongs to the time

Juan Sebastián Venegas Castelló 4º A

J. AEDEM

The Rolls Royce of black color stopped as every Wednesday and Friday in front of the portal number 5. But, though the place was the same of always (the Rue de Lille) wasn’t a normal date, was the day of all the deceased, known as Halloween.

The cauffeur resumed the ceremony of always: to open the door her, to remain right and to do a slight inclination of head, when the lady, no without any difficulty, was coming to the sidewalk. With firm enough step yet, and in spite of the high heels the elegant lady advanced for the sidewalk towards the portal, under the first drops of rain. Nobody could rub even that woman of intensely blonde hair, so who was doing it would obtain a look of ice, as a stab in half of the eyes, on the part of those others that strange they were deigning to looking and that were hiding themselves behind a few dark glasses. They were preventing from verifying these, if it was true the legend that was putting between both pupils the worrying one, though subtle, it differs from color.

The lady yet could read the plate that, aside the the door it was anouncing:

“Docteur Nacal. Psychiatre. 3éme. Ëtage”

There they were, since always, the same variety of patiens, of all the social conditions, sat on the same steps in wait of his shift.

For any greeting it was getting those missed looks, which were making it feel to her itself as the strange one. Undoubtely it was this what more was intimidating and bothering him.

Lucia Vozzi Sánchez 1º HUB

Some questions about the texts

About the text of 1º of Bachillerato

Do you think French names help to get a terrific story?

How would you start to speak to the doctor?

What would be the end of the story if you had written it?

About the text of 4º of ESO

Do you think this is a song?

If so, who is singing?

Write another paragraph to complete it.

Please send your answers to inglesatenea@yahoo.es as another exercise. We will read them and those more interesting will appear in another number of the magazine.