En la clase de plástica juntada con lengua, hicimos intervenciones en el patio de nuestro colegio y le sacamos fotos. Luego el la clase de lengua nos pidieron que nos sacamos una foto a nosotros, la recortamos y con las imágenes de las intervenciones hicimos que esas fueran nuestro cuerpo.
lunes, 25 de agosto de 2014
martes, 19 de agosto de 2014
Creating a character
In drama I was asked to create a character and give him/her voice so I wrote a monologue.
This is me delivering the monologue.
This is me delivering the monologue.
Monologue
Hi, my name is Lily
and I am 20 years old. When I was 13 years old I was obese and I suffered from
bulling in the school, I felt depressed like a loser, awful, also devastated
and lonely. My parents died and I wanted to kill myself because I had to stay
with my cruel and nasty uncle John that hated me and always told me: "You
are disgusting, you are the most obese person that I have never seen, I hate
your parents and I also hate you!".
Finally, I changed to
another school and I did a medical treatment to get thin. I got nice and
nowadays I live with my grandmother who makes me feel comfortable and she
regularly told me: "You are a cute girl, you don't need a medical
treatment because you are pretty". My new friends told me: "you are
lovely" but anyway I thought that I was ugly.
One day I was in my
house watching TV and in one moment the things started to move, I felt dizzy
and confused. The television fell, the floor began to open and a dark hole
started taking me inside, I fell in. I thought that the hole didn't have an end,
because of that I climbed the wall until I arrived to the surface. I had a
nasty feeling as if I had fire in my stomach, I looked myself through a mirror
and I saw that I didn't have hair, I had a strange skin as if I had a lot of
rocks under my complexion. I started crying but I saw myself again and I saw
that I was half a monster and half me. I became aware that I was a cute girl,
that I wasn't horrible as my uncle had told me and as I had thought before but now
it was too late.
Now I am afraid to go outside, I am afraid to be seen. And I realized that being fat was not such a big problem...What will I do now?
Now I am afraid to go outside, I am afraid to be seen. And I realized that being fat was not such a big problem...What will I do now?
Here is my Video.
lunes, 18 de agosto de 2014
Feudo
En historia estudiamos los feudos en la edad media, luego nos agrupamos y realizamos un trabajo práctico sobre el feudalismo.
En mi grupo están:
Caterina Galafassi
Constanza Martinez Cerana
Victoria Patiño
1. Utilizando cartografia especifica localizá a tu feudo y dibujarlo.
En mi grupo están:
Caterina Galafassi
Constanza Martinez Cerana
Victoria Patiño
1. Utilizando cartografia especifica localizá a tu feudo y dibujarlo.
2. Busca información sobre la heráldica y elabora el estandarte para tu propio feudo.
3. Describe los objetivos principales de la cruzadas y realiza un cuadro comparativo en el que expliques las causas, consecuencias y fechas de cada una de las cruzadas.
Estas son fotos de la maqueta que hicimos para representar nuestro feudo:
2. La heráldica es explicar y describir los escudos de armas de cada linaje, ciudad o persona, recientemente fue admitido dentro de las ciencias anexas de la historia.
En nuestro escudo se encuentra el Trisquel ya que nuestro feudo esta en continua evolución y aprendizaje. Luego esta el espiral doble que representa la dualidad entre dos cosas, fenómenos, etc. Nuestro feudo representa la dualidad entre la pobreza y la riqueza, el símbolo celta Auen representa la armonía entre los opuestos, en nuestro feudo la pobreza y la riqueza. En nuestro caso la cruz solar representa en sol en el sentido que que gracias a el crecen nuestros cultivos y nos mantiene vivos. Por último la cruz celta es símbolo de protección, privilegio e inteligencia, pero también representa nuestra fe en el cristianismo y nuestra esperanza. Utilizamos el color rojo por que representa la destreza militar y la grandeza de espíritu.
3.
viernes, 15 de agosto de 2014
Diary entry the stange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
13 of July 1839
Today I had an interesting time, I can't believe this, but it was real, it was amazing. In the morning I discovered that people have double personality, so I made a potion to separate the bad personality from the good one. After a very long time of making the potion I finally decided to be brave and to drink it. So when I drank the potion, I started to feel shorter, fatter, confused, bad, weird, mean, aggresive, awful, terrible but I also felt good and wonderful but what I really felt was different. There was something that wasn't there and when I looked myself on a mirror, I was shorter, fat and also I had.... I don't know... I looked like a different person, It was Mr Hyde. I was horrible, extremely horrible but at the moment I felt something radiant, sensational, fabulous and fascinating. Besides, I decided to check if the potion was temporal or permanent so I drank it again and up to now it had happened. Now I'm very exhausted so I am going to bed and dream about this. Good night.
15 of July 1839.
Today was a terrifying day. I was like wallowing in trash, I felt horrible like a monster. In the evening I was walking in the street when I looked at my wrist to see what time it was, but when I looked at my hand it had a lot of hair, my fingers were very large, my nails were disgusting, they were all dirty and short as if I have eaten them until there was nothing. I started to fel something in the stomatch abd when I touched my face I thought it wasn't my face, it was the face of a monster. I felt good because I descovered that the potion worked again , but then I recognised that a little girl discovered me when I transformed so I started to follow her and when I finally caught her I hurt her. Then I nedeed to sign a check but I didn't realize and I signed as Dr. Jekyll so now I need to buy a place for Mr. Hyde, a place to live and a bank account. Now I feel awful with the things I do and very exhausted because to have a double personality isn't an easy job... Goodbye
jueves, 7 de agosto de 2014
Vídeo poesía: colores ondulados
Colores ordenados
El hombre asustado
Formando cuadrados
Se puso colorado
Lineas lo rodean
El relieve lo eleva
Figuras se pelean
Mientras a todos lleva
Caminos ondulados
Conducen a Dios
Nunca atravesados
Se quedan sin voz
El ojo lo observa
La puerta se cierra
Todo lo reserva
Pero el se encierra
Formas y formas
Con un poco de color
Generan ondas
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