quinta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2009
sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009
Happy Children's Day
Por Camila Rennó
CHILDREN’S DAY IN THE WORLD
STATEMENTS OF CHILDREN’S DAY IN THE WORLD:
In Mexico all the movies are half price or free on Children’s Day, and the parks too. Adults give children presents – toys, clothes, and candies. Children really look forward to it. (Claudia Cano, Mexico)
We have Children’s Day in June. We have parties at school and then we go on excursions with our teachers. All the amusement parks are free on this day. (Lucia Oliveira Noversa, Portugal)
In the US we don’t have a Children’s Day. Some people wanted to organize a national day for children, but they were told that children were celebrated every day, so there was no need for one. But I think there should be one. (Natashia Hancock, USA)
It would be good to have a special day when children could say what they really think about things, because parents, and adults in general, make a lot of decisions involving us without ever asking us. (Andrew Brogdon, Great Britain)
In Japan we have two big secular festivals for children – one for girls and one for boys, on different days. This division is part of Japanese tradition. In fact until the Second World War they thought that girls and boys shouldn’t play and study together after age of seven. We can see this difference in the two festivals. On the girl’s day, which is not a national holiday, the girls play with special dolls which they keep and display until they are married. On the boy’s day, which is also known as Children’s Day, there is no school. Boys show off weapons and fly banners of carps – the carp is a symbol of strength, as it is a fish which can swim upstream. (Yoshie Kojima, Japan)
HOW IS THE CHILDREN’S DAY IN YOUR COUNTRY? DO YOU THINK IT IS A GOOD CELEBRATION?
Fonte: Teacher Karina Wou
terça-feira, 6 de outubro de 2009
Sites para aprender a língua inglesa
Por Camila Rennó
Pate papo, você poderá conversar com varias pessoas de varios paises, aprender linguas e suas culturas.
http://www.paltalk.com/
Por Stela Cazelotto
English as a second language, ideal para quem já tem um básico e quer aprimorar.
http://esl.about.com/od/beginningenglish/u/start.htm#s1
Este site mostra como se pronuncia palavras em diversos idiomas e principalmente o inglês com diversos sotaques.
http://www.oddcast.com/home/demos/tts/tts_example.php
Pate papo, você poderá conversar com varias pessoas de varios paises, aprender linguas e suas culturas.
http://www.paltalk.com/
Por Stela Cazelotto
English as a second language, ideal para quem já tem um básico e quer aprimorar.
http://esl.about.com/od/beginningenglish/u/start.htm#s1
Este site mostra como se pronuncia palavras em diversos idiomas e principalmente o inglês com diversos sotaques.
http://www.oddcast.com/home/demos/tts/tts_example.php
Short History - The Guitar
Por :Lais, Rafael e Patrícia
Mary was cleaning all her husband´s guitars in his studio, when she looked his favorite on the chair.
“He’ll never hold me as he holds that guitar. Hasn’t touched me that way in years”.
At that moment, she started to compare her shape and the guitar’s. And looked to herself:
“I’ll get inside the guitar, to be in his arms again”.
After cleaning she started to dress and make her up, and chose her best dress with the same color that her favorite husband’s guitar.
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She spent all day sacrificing shape, voice, everything but desire to be held. Finally, in the studio, mute, invisible, she stayed next to the other guitars and waited.
She heard her husband’s steps coming to studio’s direction, and his screaming:
“Let it go, you wouldn’t understand, never!”
“Well, I can’t understand what you’re saying, but I also spent too long buying this new guitar to make a surprise for you: play a special song.”
“What? Special song?”
“Yes, listen: ‘You are so beautiful, to me…’”
Mary smiled relieved and kissed her husband.
Mary was cleaning all her husband´s guitars in his studio, when she looked his favorite on the chair.
“He’ll never hold me as he holds that guitar. Hasn’t touched me that way in years”.
At that moment, she started to compare her shape and the guitar’s. And looked to herself:
“I’ll get inside the guitar, to be in his arms again”.
After cleaning she started to dress and make her up, and chose her best dress with the same color that her favorite husband’s guitar.
She spent all day sacrificing shape, voice, everything but desire to be held. Finally, in the studio, mute, invisible, she stayed next to the other guitars and waited.“Honey, I’m home! I bought a new guitar! Honey…?”
At that moment, the husband got surprised to see his wife and then he said:
“Look! A new guitar!”“I can’t believe you! I spent the whole day trying to look like your old guitar and now, you come up with this and that means that I spent so long to look like your new guitar too!”
“What, honey? Did you try what? What are you saying?”“Let it go, you wouldn’t understand, never!”
“Well, I can’t understand what you’re saying, but I also spent too long buying this new guitar to make a surprise for you: play a special song.”
“What? Special song?”
“Yes, listen: ‘You are so beautiful, to me…’”
Mary smiled relieved and kissed her husband.
sexta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2009
Contos de Beatrix Potter
Helen Beatrix Potter (28 de julho de 1866 em Kensington, Londres; † 22 de dezembro de 1943, próximo de Sawrey, Cúmbria) foi uma autora e ilustradora inglesa, conhecida principalmente pelos seus livros infantis, que contavam as histórias de personagens animais tais como o coelho Peter Rabbit. Foi uma escritora, ilustradora, micologista e conservacionista.
"Na minha infancia eu assitia muito a TV cultura, e lá tinha um desenho, "Peter rabbit", que era sobre os livros de Beatrix."Livros em português
No dia 2 de julho de 2009, a Editora Lótus do Saber publicou no Brasil o livro "A História do Pedro Coelho", como parte da coleção dos livros de Beatrix Potter nunca antes editados no formato original
Cinema
Em 2006, a vida de Beatrix Potter foi transformada em um filme, Miss Potter de Chris
Noonan, com Renée Zellweger e Ewan McGregor como protagonistas.
Curiosidade
Muitas fontes afirmam que J. K. Rowling deu o sobrenome do seu personagem principal, Harry Potter, porque gostava da autora Beatrix. Porém, até hoje, a autora de Harry Potter nunca confirmou nada. Além disso, existe outra referência a Beatrix nas obras de Rowling: Beatrix Bloxam é uma escritora de livros infantis no universo de Harry Potter.
Veja no link o livro completo com a Hitória de Peter Rabbit.
http://www.bygosh.com/peterrabbit/index.htm
Fonte: The World Of Beatrix Potter - http://www.peterrabbit.com/potters-world-introduction.asp
quinta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2009
Short history
The guitar
Rosenildo, Stela e Selma
A couple were about to complete three years of marriage, Márcia, the wife, was feeling sad due to the fact that her husband Carlos was spending more time playing his guitar than with her. Day after day she felt that the guitar was taking her place.
One day when she arrived home, Carlos was playing the guitar, she called him three times: “Carlos, Carlos, Carlos!”. But he didn’t say any word and even looked at her. At that moment she noticed that his guitar was more important than her. She still insisted for some time to get his attention, but the attention that she desired was giving to the guitar. While she was there, standing and waiting for a piece of attention she was thinking: ”He´ll never hold me as he holds that guitar. Has not touched me that way in years. I´ll get inside the guitar to be in his arms again.” She left the room thinking about the idea.
The following day when they were celebrating their wedding anniversary, her husband left home early saying that he would come back with a surprise to her. She got really excited, she spent all day, sacrificing her shape, voice, because she wanted to be the guitar to her husband. Finally, she waited for him, mude, just like a guitar, waiting to be held and played.
Some hours later she heard steps, her husband had arrived, he got home saying: “Honey, I´m home! I bought a new guitar!”.
She wondered shouted: “Another?”
Then her husband gave the guitar to her and said: “Of course my dear, some days ago you were standing in front of me while I was playing it, and then I realized that I could teach you how to play the guitar and we could play together, so this is my wedding anniversary gift to you!”
She couldn´t believe what she had just heard from him, but she was so happy to see that her husband was still thinking of her and they could spend more time together again, that she hadn´t even cared to agree and play that fool instrument.
segunda-feira, 21 de setembro de 2009
The Three Little Pigs
Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their mummy and daddy to see the world.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed.
"It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time, patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"
The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle.
"Why are you working so hard? Why don't you come and play?" But the stubborn bricklayer pig just said "no".
"I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And then I'll come and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last, laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the neighborhood.
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't break in!"
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.
Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him feel hungrier.
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire, stunned by his fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.
The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and play!"
Aluna -Stela
All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that folk were drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter. Autumn came and it began to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home. Sadly they knew that the fun was over now and they must set to work like the others, or they'd be left in the cold and rain, with no roof over their heads. They talked about what to do, but each decided for himself. The laziest little pig said he'd build a straw hut.
"It will only take a day,' he said. The others disagreed."It's too fragile," they said disapprovingly, but he refused to listen. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood.
"Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!" It took him two days to nail them together. But the third little pig did not like the wooden house.
"That's not the way to build a house!" he said. "It takes time, patience and hard work to build a house that is strong enough to stand up to wind, rain, and snow, and most of all, protect us from the wolf!"
The days went by, and the wisest little pig's house took shape, brick by brick. From time to time, his brothers visited him, saying with a chuckle."I shall finish my house first. It must be solid and sturdy. And then I'll come and play!" he said. "I shall not be foolish like you! For he who laughs last, laughs longest!"
It was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the neighborhood.
The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut.
"Come out!" ordered the wolf, his mouth watering. I want to speak to you!"
"I'd rather stay where I am!" replied the little pig in a tiny voice.
"I'll make you come out!" growled the wolf angrily, and puffing out his chest, he took a very deep breath. Then he blew with all his might, right onto the house. And all the straw the silly pig had heaped against some thin poles, fell down in the great blast. Excited by his own cleverness, the wolf did not notice that the little pig had slithered out from underneath the heap of straw, and was dashing towards his brother's wooden house. When he realized that the little pig was escaping, the wolf grew wild with rage.
"Come back!" he roared, trying to catch the pig as he ran into the wooden house. The other little pig greeted his brother, shaking like a leaf.
"I hope this house won't fall down! Let's lean against the door so he can't break in!"
Outside, the wolf could hear the little pigs' words. Starving as he was, at the idea of a two course meal, he rained blows on the door.
"Open up! Open up! I only want to speak to you!"
Inside, the two brothers wept in fear and did their best to hold the door fast against the blows. Then the furious wolf braced himself a new effort: he drew in a really enormous breath, and went ... WHOOOOO! The wooden house collapsed like a pack of cards.Luckily, the wisest little pig had been watching the scene from the window of his own brick house, and he rapidly opened the door to his fleeing brothers. And not a moment too soon, for the wolf was already hammering furiously on the door. This time, the wolf had grave doubts. This house had a much more solid air than the others. He blew once, he blew again and then for a third time. But all was in vain. For the house did not budge an inch. The three little pigs watched him and their fear began to fade. Quite exhausted by his efforts, the wolf decided to try one of his tricks. He scrambled up a nearby ladder, on to the roof to have a look at the chimney. However, the wisest little pig had seen this ploy, and he quickly said.
"Quick! Light the fire!" With his long legs thrust down the chimney, the wolf was not sure if he should slide down the black hole. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but the sound of the little pigs' voices below only made him feel hungrier.
"I'm dying of hunger! I'm going to try and get down." And he let himself drop. But landing was rather hot, too hot! The wolf landed in the fire, stunned by his fall.
The flames licked his hairy coat and his tail became a flaring torch.
"Never again! Never again will I go down a chimney" he squealed, as he tried to put out the flames in his tail. Then he ran away as fast as he could.
The three happy little pigs, dancing round and round the yard, began to sing. "Tra-la-la! Tra-la-la! The wicked black wolf will never come back...!"
From that terrible day on, the wisest little pig's brothers set to work with a will. In less than no time, up went the two new brick houses. The wolf did return once to roam in the neighborhood, but when he caught sight of three chimneys, he remembered the terrible pain of a burnt tail, and he left for good.
Now safe and happy, the wisest little pig called to his brothers. "No more work! Come on, let's go and play!"
Aluna -Stela
sexta-feira, 18 de setembro de 2009
Conto de Fada
Essa foi a última aula, a professora pediu para que os alunos trouxessem artigos, contos, fotos, filme, etc., conteúdos sobre Conto de Fadas, depois eles colocaram em exposição na sala. A turma ficou dividida em grupo para excursionar as amostras. Foi uma aula dinâmica e todos participaram.
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