Short Story

For L/L writing we have to write a short story and we can choose different type of problematics one was the one I choose: a bad relationship between a mother and a daugther and the other one: a problem of social classes.

A trouble in Manchester

It was a beautiful day in Manchester, and as usual in that family, there was one son and one mother, the relationship between them was "a bit" complicated because they hated each other.

This mom was called Sarah; she was an unbearable woman that didn't want to let her son be free so he made life impossible to him. Sarah didn't have friends, Sarah and her son lived in Manchester, England. Her son was called Sam and he was intelligent boy. That wanted to be with his friends and his mom didn't want to, but he escaped all the time to be with his friends. Sam was not as educated as his friends, but one day this would change because there was something that Sam didn't know. There was something related with


why he didn't know who his father was.

One day Sam and Sarah met in the house and they started shouting, they looked crazy.

“Hello Sam” Sarah said.

“I am not going to talk with a woman that is bad for me” Sam exclaimed.

“Why are you treating me badly; I only say you hello you see you are a stupid” She answered.

“I will not talk to you because you generate this atmosphere, I hate you. I will not talk to you today”

“Well, we stay like that, bye” She added.

A day as any day, Sam was thinking about his father and he had a doubt, and he asked his mom. She got nervous, and changed the point of the conversation.

“Hello mom I don’t want to fight, I have a doubt” Sam said.

“Hi Sam, What do you want?” She asked.

“I have a doubt about my father, what type of man was he?” He asked

“Well, your father was very self confident and…” She answered very uncomfortable.

“Tell me all please” I want to know all about  my family" he insisted.
" It´s a lot for today Sam, go to your bedroom" She finished the conversation.

A new day was in Manchester and, Sam was more curious about his father, and he did not think that his mother won´t answer his questions . But he would ask again and his mother will reveal something.

"Hi mom, today I want to know about my father please, tell me, which kind of man was he?" he interrogated.
"Today I am feeling bad but we will speak another day. don´t bother me" Sarah answered.
" But mom it´s necessary for my life to know my ancestors!" he exclaimed.
 "No,no,no, you are an adopted child, I don´t love you, go out of my house" She says crying.
"You are a stupid woman that never, told me the truth, I hate you, bye I will never see me anymore, I will go to my real house.

One day Sam was with his real family, seeind a mom and a 
son arguing, and he told the stroy about him and they stopped fighting. Sam now was very happy and all lived in peace except for Sarah.


Here are some images aobut the author of the story we read. "Sons veto". By Thomas Hardy

Coronación de Carlo Magno

El clase de historia nos asignaron un tema relacionado con la edad media, a mi y a mi compañero nos toco el "Imperio Carolingio". La consigna del trabajo era intervenir una imagen con información sobre este tema.
Este es nuestro trabajo..

My soliloquy

Here is a soliloquy that we write in the class of Victoria Gregov.

Ohh look at those colours, that could be my idea for my poem, those dappled colours, it is so amazing, fantastic atmosphere, it is like seeing a drawing of a child, much colour that from 10000 km up I can see the colours, it is like a mess of a child with colours. It is like going on the route and looking to your left and you see those flowers with different types of fruits, exactly plants that generate an effect that you can not believe, I really praise God from all these beautiful things that God created for us. My father will be impressed by that cow that has brown and white, my father really loved when two colours are in one object, he said it generated him an opposite, now that I think that my father is so creative that we could say he is crazy. I really wish that my father could give a really intelligent idea. Now that I see all those pied colours, dappled objects, I am inspired and I only have to finish the main idea, ohh look at that bird, I had one like that, he was so naughty that I never saw him again, but I really loved it, he was my favourite pet, he is a Toucan it is the most smart animal in the world, it has dappled colours, with orange in the peak and black with others colours on his body. Also the flowers are one of the most wonderful objects. With all those visual images I have seen I will write my poem.

El Lapizteros, una caja de sorpresas

El Lapizteros era ignorado, a la gente no le importaba como era el si no lo que hacia, no se si era envidia, o solo por el hecho por ser distinto a él. 

El monstruo (Lapizteros) vivía en Londres, el era nuevo para ese lugar. El se transporto accidentalmente, cayo en un portal ubicado en Linaton, ciudad donde Lapizteros nació. Eran aproximadamente las 5:00 de la tarde y la niebla le daba un aspecto misterioso. Al otro día el se levanto y se dio cuenta que todos lo observaban, intentando intimidarlo.

A lo largo de una calle interminable se veía un rejunte de personas, viendo algo importante. Era una persona tirada en el piso, se veía un poco aturdido. Se dice que este chico habría sido  atropellado, intencionalmente, por eso este es un caso para Lapizteros. 

Lapizteros, mediante los testigos interrogados, el le pregunto a los testigos lo que paso y le dijeron que fue Jonhy Trepp, un viejo enemigo para Lapizteros un mafioso muy ágil, Según los testigos también dijeron que Jonhy llego a Londres mediante su avión para asesinar al chico, Trepp vivía en Australia. Un día el bicho se encontró con Trepp.

- Hola Jonhy, hace tanto que no nos vemos. Exclamo el Lapizteros.
- Si es un gusto bicho, que haces por aquí? Pregunto Jonhy
- Nada, según mis investigaciones usted viejo enemigo de vuelta es un delincuente. El sábado a la mañana, 5 am aproximadamente usted atropello a "Thomas Mxlauren" es cierto? Pregunto el bicho.
- Si correcto, Thomas era un viejo mafioso que me hubiera traicionado a mi, eramos muy amigos hasta que el me traiciono, eramos socios, matábamos gente sin razón  pero un día  estábamos juntos y el me quiso secuestrar, por que trabajaba en la C.I.A, el era Norte Americano. No me quedo mas remedio que matarlo. Si fue apropósito, apreté el acelerador y lo asesino. Confeso Jonhy.
- Usted hoy va a escapar pero en unos días vas caer en manos equivocadas, en Policía. Aclaro Lapizteros.

Este seria solo un engaño por que Lapizteros lo persiguió, lo encontró y lo degolló con los dientes hasta al hartazgo. Nadie vio eso pero el Lapizteros si que es raro. 

Scratch

Aca hay un Scratch Sobre un juego, llamado "Carrera Al 20", trabajado con Claudia y Emilia, en Informatica y Matematica

Diary Entry

Here is a Diary Entry that we did in the class of Vicky Gregov, about a poem called "A Different History" worked in Literature, By Sujata Bhatt.

 Date: 6\5

Name: Lautaro Barros

1st draft

 18 th March, 1965

Dear diary:

Today, in the morning some strange people came to our sacred lands, they came in giant boats with armies. I was so scared that I could not even see by the window, my father was as scared as me, some people went out to fight but others just stayed in their home to be protected. They said that they were British,They also said that after they colonized our lands they were not going to move. At midday the war continued, but the situation was worse because more Indian were dead, the British continued killing people. This situation to India was strange, one day some people come to colonize us. We were used to growing our lands but now we are fighting, defending our lands.

25 th March, 1965

Dear diary:

Now the situation is practically the same that when this started but more Indians are dead. 

13 th April, 1965

Dear diary:

Today the British took out all the family of their residence, and they took them to the central town of India, the British were trying to teach their language and culture, in my case I did not understand anything. Some families accepted that they had no chances to revert the situation, and others continued struggling, the British had the total control.

15 th April, 1965

The days had pass by, and the British continue trying to teach us, and we are fighting  to our independence. Today the father of a friend has been killed, because he did not want to learn their language and culture.

Bye, you are my only friend I can trust.

                                                                                                                    This Is a video about the British colonization,          please see it all is interesting!!

Traducción Científica

Esta especie ha mantenido inquietos a los científicos del siglo XX

Se supone que esta especie existió desde el siglo 3 en Roma. Los Romanos la denominaban Lilistopisaurios cotidianamente llamado Lapizteros.

¿Es el Lapizteros carnívoro?

Según el esqueleto que se encontró, tenia afilados dientes como para ser carnívoro  De los restos que se encontraron se puede determinar que tenia mucho pelo, que era morrudo, que era de baja altura, que pesaba alrededor de 50 kilos y que media 1, 30 metros.

Este es el pelo rugoso que tenia el Lapizteros.

¿Esta especie sería una amenaza si estuviera viva?

Se dice que vivía en Roma, en una cueva, se alimentaba de humanos muertos, hay rumores de que este animal este vivo, se supone que se vio en una cueva a algo parecido a este animal, pero son solo rumores. Se dice que es mamífero.

¿Tiene el Lapizteros una especie en común?

Investigaciones dicen que el Lapizteros tendría algo en común con las Arañas, excepto que se agrando de manera tal que no se parecen demasiado como para determinar que eso sea cierto. Solo se supone.





Con estas mezclas producían al alimento artificial para el Lapizteros.