(Mother) Oh my God! I just can't believe my son published his first comic strip. It's awesome, would this be his future? To be a comic strip artist? Do I want this for my son, to have such a simple job? Oh, I'm so worried about my son... What should I do?
I don't have to worry about this, I have to enjoy this, I mean, my son has written his first comic and it will be published in an excellent magazine. I have to be prouder of my son, he's only 13 years old! I don't care what I want, I have to be happy about him!
In fact, I'm right.. Now, every single lady in the neigborhood will know how proud of my son I am. The boys next door will be nothing comparing them with my son. Sophie will be so mad at me, she will be so jealous...
well, it's too late, I'd better go to bed, it's too late and tomorrow I have to work.
lunes, 6 de mayo de 2013
lunes, 22 de abril de 2013
Definiciones Literarias
En clase de Lengua en Tics nos pidieron buscar definiciones de distintas palabras respectivas al género literario.
¿Qué es un conventillo? Se define como conventillo a un tipo de vivienda urbana colectiva. El sistema funciona de la siguiente manera; hay un propietario que posee distintas habitaciones y cobra a cada inquilino un alquiler, mensual, semanal, etc depende de cada propietario. Quienes viven allí comparten baños, comedores, y patios.
Imagen de Wikipedia, el Conventillo de La Boca en Buenos Aires
¿Qué es un Sainete? Anteriormente se conocía a un sainete como un acto intermedio de una función o al final. Pasando los años y a lo largo de su historia fue evolucionando y de a poco se fue convirtiendo en un género literario por sí mismo. Las obras llegaron a durar hasta 45 minutos y se presentaron por si mismas y ya no entre actos. Se caracterizan por enmarcarse en el género cómico, poseyendo material jocoso.
Tapa antigua de "Tu cuna fue un conventillo"
domingo, 14 de abril de 2013
Los Seres Vivos Homeostáticos
En el siguiente cuadro conceptual se puede ver cómo el ser vivo intenta relacionarse y adaptarse al medio ambiente. Se habla de la homeostasis y de cómo podemos analizar a los seres vivos.
miércoles, 3 de abril de 2013
Thaddeus
En la clase de Lengua leímos el cuento "Cuento de Horror" en el que una señora se cansa de su esposo luego de 50 años de casados y decide matarlo, comentándose lo. Al hombre ante semejante amenaza, se enferma y muere finalmente a causa de la enfermedad. En clase de informática, transformamos en un voki las descripciones sobre los personajes de nuestros amigos hechas anteriormente.
A mi me toco describir a Thaddeus, el hombre que muere a causa de la enfermedad y así lo describí.
Thaddeus Smithson era un hombre de aproximadamente 1 metro 90, de apariencia extraña. Un hombre que aparentaba ser gordo, aunque era extremadamente flaco, de espalda ancha y cuerpo en forma. Luego de su enfermedad, se fue quedando escualido hasta la muerte.
Mirando detalladamente, se puede notar su piel pálida de ojos azulesclaros, pómulos arrugados y nariz achatada. Podemos ver su pelo castaño y gris, largo, con aspecto descuidado, orejas en punta y boca fina y estirada. Gerenalmente viste casual, con un antiguo y viejo sombrero, un sobretodo hasta arriba de las rodillas y un pantalón negro. Con sus zapatos negros de tacón aparenta ganar altura y con su tatuaje an la espalda y vos grave aparentaba ser un hombre rudo.
A mi me toco describir a Thaddeus, el hombre que muere a causa de la enfermedad y así lo describí.
Thaddeus Smithson era un hombre de aproximadamente 1 metro 90, de apariencia extraña. Un hombre que aparentaba ser gordo, aunque era extremadamente flaco, de espalda ancha y cuerpo en forma. Luego de su enfermedad, se fue quedando escualido hasta la muerte.
Mirando detalladamente, se puede notar su piel pálida de ojos azulesclaros, pómulos arrugados y nariz achatada. Podemos ver su pelo castaño y gris, largo, con aspecto descuidado, orejas en punta y boca fina y estirada. Gerenalmente viste casual, con un antiguo y viejo sombrero, un sobretodo hasta arriba de las rodillas y un pantalón negro. Con sus zapatos negros de tacón aparenta ganar altura y con su tatuaje an la espalda y vos grave aparentaba ser un hombre rudo.
lunes, 25 de marzo de 2013
The Pudding like a night on the Sea
Oh my God! Huey I can't believe we have just done that! i shouldn't have obeyed you, are my little brother and i should remember you always do things wrong. I'm so anxious to hit you, but I can't.
I keep thinking and I'm so angry and I can't even tell it to you because father is going to discover us. Huey I wish you could read my thoughts so you could know how angry I
am.
Now we are under my bed because you wanted to eat some stupid pudding. I have to recognize it tasted like heaven, oh it was so delicious. I can't distract my self, we are in big trouble.
Damn it Huey! What will happen to us now? Is father going to hit us? Is he going to find us? Oh Huey I hate you, please father forgive us if you find us. I'd better stop thinking in this, maybe I'm making some noise, Huey I will kill you if we survive this one. The best part is I will never tell you why!
I keep thinking and I'm so angry and I can't even tell it to you because father is going to discover us. Huey I wish you could read my thoughts so you could know how angry I
am.
Now we are under my bed because you wanted to eat some stupid pudding. I have to recognize it tasted like heaven, oh it was so delicious. I can't distract my self, we are in big trouble.
Damn it Huey! What will happen to us now? Is father going to hit us? Is he going to find us? Oh Huey I hate you, please father forgive us if you find us. I'd better stop thinking in this, maybe I'm making some noise, Huey I will kill you if we survive this one. The best part is I will never tell you why!
domingo, 28 de octubre de 2012
Estepa
En clase de geografía e informática estuvimos trabajando sobre los diferentes biomas de toda América. En grupos de a 2 tuvimos que analizar y marcar en un mapa un bioma en especial. A nosotros nos tocó la estepa.
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| Estepa Patagónica |
En relación a la flora y fauna, hay baja vegetación a simple vista. Las aves abundan en un bioma como la estepa, principalmente el "águila perdicera" que se alimenta de perdices y codornices, y los aguiluchos, destacando entre ellos el aguilucho cenizo.
Ahora bien, depende el lugar del mundo, es decir el país del que estemos hablando, las características de la estepa varían.
Empezando desde el sur de América, encontramos la Estepa Patagónica. Esta, se encuentra en la parte sur de Argentina.Veamos algunas características sobre el clima... El clima es árido y frío. Las temperaturas anuales son menores a los 10ºC. Hay una gran amplitud termica y frecuentemente podemos encontrar heladas. El suelo es arenoso, en parte pedregoso, con escasa cantidad de materia orgánica. Aunque. en la región occidental de esta bioma que es más húmeda, existen praderas con pastos tiernos, que son el principal alimento del ganado ovino criado por el hombre. Si hablamos de la Flora y la Fauna, podemos mencionar la presencia de Alerces, Arrayanes y el Colihue, entre otros tipos de árboles. Luego podemos mencionar algunas aves, como el Chucao, el Picaflor Rubí, la Bandurria Baya y el Flamenco Austral.
// Clickeando este link, se abrirá una pizarra virtual con fotos de la Estepa Patagónica //
Empezando desde el sur de América, encontramos la Estepa Patagónica. Esta, se encuentra en la parte sur de Argentina.Veamos algunas características sobre el clima... El clima es árido y frío. Las temperaturas anuales son menores a los 10ºC. Hay una gran amplitud termica y frecuentemente podemos encontrar heladas. El suelo es arenoso, en parte pedregoso, con escasa cantidad de materia orgánica. Aunque. en la región occidental de esta bioma que es más húmeda, existen praderas con pastos tiernos, que son el principal alimento del ganado ovino criado por el hombre. Si hablamos de la Flora y la Fauna, podemos mencionar la presencia de Alerces, Arrayanes y el Colihue, entre otros tipos de árboles. Luego podemos mencionar algunas aves, como el Chucao, el Picaflor Rubí, la Bandurria Baya y el Flamenco Austral.// Clickeando este link, se abrirá una pizarra virtual con fotos de la Estepa Patagónica //
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| Estepa/Caatinga brasilera |
Luego, en Brasil, encontramos la Estepa Brasilera. En este país, la denominación que se le da a la estepa, es 'caatinga'. Con respecto a la Flora, podemos decir que hay especies de árboles caducifolias de origen tropical las cuales pierden sus hojas cuando llega la época seca. La presencia del matorral aumenta cuando llega la estación lluviosa. También, se caracteriza por una flora arbustiva, desértica y xerófila, y bosques espinosos. Con respecto a la Fauna, deben adaptarse a las altas temperaturas y a la pérdida de agua que provoca una intensa insolación.
// Clickeando este link, se abrirá una pizarra virtual con fotos de la Estepa Brasilera //Si vamos al norte, encontraremos la Estepa norteamericana. Aquí, la estepa se extiende como una gran llanura desde Canadá hasta México y se denomina 'Pradera'. Esta, se caracteriza por su clima menos severo que las estepas asiáticas. Con respecto a la Fauna, podemos mencionar la presencia de 'perritos de la pradera', bisontes americanos, entre otros. Con respecto a la Flora, la vegetación en la estepa norteamericana está principalmente dominada por praderas y pasto de bajas alturas.
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| Estepa/Pradera norteamericana |
Cuando llega la estación de lluvias, muchas praderas se cubren de flores y algunas pueden sobrevivir durante el invierno gracias a la ayuda de órganos de almacenaje subterráneos y tallos de base gruesa.
// Clickeando este link, se abrirá una pizarra virtual con fotos de la Estepa norteamericana //
lunes, 15 de octubre de 2012
Nightmare - Short Story
In class we had been working in the boocklet with short stories and as a last task we had to talk our own short story.
Nightmare
It was 3 o`clock A.M. when Bert knocked on my window. Mom was at work and daddy was asleep. We used to do this when one of us had a problem, we lived 2 blocks away. Although it wasn't secure to do it, we were now living on a shanty-town, we were best friends.
Robert, we called him Bert, had always lived in the same place since he was born, but I didn't. I moved here, the dirty side of London, when my dad lost his job. We had been best friends since we met a year ago. Before he met me, Bert suffered of social problems with other boys, that's why I'm his best friend and I'm a girl. We were both 10 years-old and liked the same kind of things. But, our lives were completely different.
"What the hell has happened to you Bert?" Was the first thing I told him when I turned the lights on and saw his eye. He was crying when he told me "It's my mom Marissa, I found her drunk again at home but, it was different tonight, Marissa. I arrived at home and told her they had stolen us last week". I could hardly understand him because of the weeping and tears. I silently went downstairs and brought him a glass of water and some tissues. After a couple of minutes we were talking again. "I just can't live thsi way", and he started crying again. "When I told her what had happened she started shouting at me, saying I couldn't be her son. Shouting at nobody, asking herself why was I like a little girl. I told her I didn't like her to shout at me and it was there when she took my arm and started hitting at me. I could get away and started running to my bedroom, where I had left the worst thing I could ever take home". His face turned pallid and he opened his coat and took out a gun. "It was her life or mine, now I choose its both".
An he shot his head.
Now his body lies next to his mother's at the graveyard. I visit him every week. Hi's father's life isn't much better either. The shanty-town has now a holiday because of this historical and horrible event.
Nightmare
It was 3 o`clock A.M. when Bert knocked on my window. Mom was at work and daddy was asleep. We used to do this when one of us had a problem, we lived 2 blocks away. Although it wasn't secure to do it, we were now living on a shanty-town, we were best friends.
Robert, we called him Bert, had always lived in the same place since he was born, but I didn't. I moved here, the dirty side of London, when my dad lost his job. We had been best friends since we met a year ago. Before he met me, Bert suffered of social problems with other boys, that's why I'm his best friend and I'm a girl. We were both 10 years-old and liked the same kind of things. But, our lives were completely different.
"What the hell has happened to you Bert?" Was the first thing I told him when I turned the lights on and saw his eye. He was crying when he told me "It's my mom Marissa, I found her drunk again at home but, it was different tonight, Marissa. I arrived at home and told her they had stolen us last week". I could hardly understand him because of the weeping and tears. I silently went downstairs and brought him a glass of water and some tissues. After a couple of minutes we were talking again. "I just can't live thsi way", and he started crying again. "When I told her what had happened she started shouting at me, saying I couldn't be her son. Shouting at nobody, asking herself why was I like a little girl. I told her I didn't like her to shout at me and it was there when she took my arm and started hitting at me. I could get away and started running to my bedroom, where I had left the worst thing I could ever take home". His face turned pallid and he opened his coat and took out a gun. "It was her life or mine, now I choose its both".
An he shot his head.
Now his body lies next to his mother's at the graveyard. I visit him every week. Hi's father's life isn't much better either. The shanty-town has now a holiday because of this historical and horrible event.
The End
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