Hi my dear students,
herewith you can find a photo that I kindly ask you to describe. Even if it is a written exercise, remember it is for your oral skills. When we will be back in the classroom , I’d like you to describe it (or another one) orally.
Let’s speak English!
Have a very happy Easter!
describe this picture and possibly at the end of the description give your opinion on the situation
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what is better than the sharing? Herewith you can find a nice activity (in this case in the form of an English test) to teach English through a CLIL activity about Fireworks. Personally, these activities were intended as a conclusion set of activities because, in the classroom, we have worked a lot on the specific vocabulary and on Chemistry in action thanks to my Chemistry colleague.
Hope it can be useful for you!
Enjoy with your classes.
My dear students,
In This link https://www.theguardian.com/film/series/my-favourite-film you can find a long list of favourite films. But, which is yours?
I’ll be waiting for your comments! Write a short review about your favourite movie, and tell us why it is your favorite. RISPONDETE CON ORDINE ALLE DOMANDE E VI RITROVERETE IN MANO UNA MINI RECENSIONE (review). 140 WORDS MIN.
- WHAT GENRE IS THIS MOVIE? My favourite movie is (Title). It is a… (romantic film/western/detective…)
- WHEN WAS IT SHOT? It was shot (è stato girato) in … (year).
- WHO IS THE MAIN CHARACTER? The main character (personaggio principale) is…
- ARE THERE OTHER SECONDARY CHARACTERS?
- IS THERE A HELPER?
- WHO ARE THE ENEMIES?
- WHERE IS THE STORY SET IN?
- WHAT HAPPENS? At the beginning… Then… During the film we discover that…
- HOW DOES THE STORY END?
- WHY DO YOU LIKE THIS FILM?
- WOULD YOU SUGGEST IT TO OTHER FRIENDS?
Yours Mrs Dorigo
photo credit: http://365psd.com/vector/movie-genres-vector-icons-free-33970
My dear students!
since I was a child, I have been so fascinated by fireworks: they are such a magic to me. I remember when I was 5 years old and I was so scared by them, but at the same time so intrigued by the colours and the sparkling in the sky and then reflected on the sea water. I remember it was summer, with my mother and my grandmother in front of the Adriatic sea in Caorle. Such sweet memories.
And you? Do you like fireworks? Have you ever been at a fireworks festival? Do you know the history of Fireworks?
I’ll be waiting for your comments and in the meanwhile, if you want, go and visit class 2A MAT page about fireworks https://matenglishblog.wordpress.com/2a-mat/fireworks-chemistry-in-action/
See you at school
When I was at school, it was just a compulsory activity. After High School, it became to me a solitude pleasure. Even if, I am honest here, I read poems once in a blue moon. But a poetry book always lies on my nightstand, waiting for the right moment to come to me.
April, I have recently found out, is the American National Poetry month
In the school I am teaching in, it is also a special month because it is the school poetry competition month too. We will take advantage of it to work on some creative writing activities in the classroom. This will be quite an experiment to me, teaching in a vocational High School. But I am deeply truly sure my students will come out with the most amazing poems.
What is Poetry to me? A window. A closed window to be open, to the world of your feelings, and to the real world too. Outside Life comes in contact with your inner personal Life, and they melt together.
It is a great feeling, when you are reading THE poem. And everything seems much more pleasant and easy to understand, and you just think: Well, this poet could read my thoughts, even before I was born. This just shows us that humans can have and share the same inner thoughts and feelings.
I leave you with this, some of the most powerful lines I have personally ever read:
Ode to the West Wind
P.B. Shelley 1792 - 1822
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
Than thou, O Uncontrollable! If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,
As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne’er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.