If you ask me about any anecdotes that have happened to me in those years at Nestor Almendros, there are many that I could write about. But one of the anecdotes that I remember the most just happened one year ago.
Our PE teacher Gloria had told us to bring two packets of lentils to use them as weights. As we had to do exercises with them, some had broken, so we could get lentils from them. Later, at philosophy, our teacher Lola had to go, but, as we were mature people that were preparing for the University, we didn’t do anything but throwing lentils to each others. We started a war between us, and one of the packets got completely broken, so the lentils were spreaded all around the class. When our teacher arrived, she didn’t notice anything, -even when the floor was completely covered by lentils! - and she started again with the class. But the funniest moment was when, suddenly, Palmira, our former biology teacher, entered the class asking why was there a lentils rain in her class!
domingo, 4 de noviembre de 2012
viernes, 12 de octubre de 2012
My first experience
It’s difficult for me to remember what happened that day five years ago. It was a special day- I was entering for first time the IES Nestor Almendros.
That day I was late (my legend had already started) so I had to ask one teacher where was the bilingual classroom, and I finally arrived there.
What I first remember of that first day was the classroom. It was so different from the ones at my old school! It was dirty and we were 30 people in it! I was also nervous because I didn’t know who was in my class. Fortunately, half of the people had been with me at the school, and I also knew Carmen and Pablo from my taekwondo training, so I felt much better.
That day I was late (my legend had already started) so I had to ask one teacher where was the bilingual classroom, and I finally arrived there.
What I first remember of that first day was the classroom. It was so different from the ones at my old school! It was dirty and we were 30 people in it! I was also nervous because I didn’t know who was in my class. Fortunately, half of the people had been with me at the school, and I also knew Carmen and Pablo from my taekwondo training, so I felt much better.
sábado, 16 de junio de 2012
For and against essay: the SOPA law
Some time ago, a new law was presented in USA. It banned the free download of films, music or any other intelectual propiety. This law has caused a big discussion between people from differents societies.
On the one hand, it's true that free download can affect to the economy of the owners of the films or music. It also reduces the money earned by gobernments with taxes and it reduces the possibilities of some authors to continue producing.
On the other hand, most of the people who make music or films earn a lot of money, even when free downloading was "legal". Some people hasn't got so much money, but they want to listen to music or to watch a film, so the easiest way is free downloading.
In my opinion, free downloading shouldn't be banned. Artists earn a lot of money, and free downloading doesn't affect them that much. However, I think that, if you really like any film or music, and if you have the money, you must pay for it, above all if the artist is not so famous.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a Scottish writer who became famous because of his literary character Sherlock Holmes. He also wrote many other types of books, as "The Lost World", some terror and supernatural novels, some medical ones and many historical novels. He lived between 1959 and 1930.
He studied medicine, and because of that in most of Holmes's stories appear any murder with poison or any chemical substance. Hractised some sports, as boxing and football. He liked more to write abot history than mistery novels, but those were the ones who made him famous. He also travelled to Africa, and in many Holmes's adventures criminals came from there.
When he "killed" Holmes in his story "The Final Problem", he received lots of letters adressed to Holmes, "living" in Bakerstreet 221B. Doyle's mother spoke him in a funny way when she knew it: "This happens to you because you have deceptioned Sir Holmes, so be careful not to do anything bad to him again".
In the final of his life, he dedicated most of his time to spiritism, and he wrote many novels about it. His last Holmes's story was written some time before the 1st World War, and in it Holmes and Watson had to catch a german spy, and talking about the future, Holmes predicts that some bad times are coming, making reference to the war.
He studied medicine, and because of that in most of Holmes's stories appear any murder with poison or any chemical substance. Hractised some sports, as boxing and football. He liked more to write abot history than mistery novels, but those were the ones who made him famous. He also travelled to Africa, and in many Holmes's adventures criminals came from there.
When he "killed" Holmes in his story "The Final Problem", he received lots of letters adressed to Holmes, "living" in Bakerstreet 221B. Doyle's mother spoke him in a funny way when she knew it: "This happens to you because you have deceptioned Sir Holmes, so be careful not to do anything bad to him again".
In the final of his life, he dedicated most of his time to spiritism, and he wrote many novels about it. His last Holmes's story was written some time before the 1st World War, and in it Holmes and Watson had to catch a german spy, and talking about the future, Holmes predicts that some bad times are coming, making reference to the war.
viernes, 15 de junio de 2012
Important passage from Study in Scarlet
This was a lofty chamber, lined and littered with countless bottles. Broad, low tables were scattered about, which bristled with retorts, test-tubes, and little Bunsen lamps, with their blue flickering flames. There was only one student in the room, who was bending over a distant table absorbed in his work. At the sound of our steps he glanced round and sprang to his feet with a cry of pleasure. "I've found it! I've found it," he shouted to my companion, running towards us with a test-tube in his hand. "I have found a re-agent which is precipitated by hoemoglobin, and by nothing else." Had he discovered a gold mine, greater delight could not have shone upon his features.
"Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Stamford, introducing us.
"How are you?" he said cordially, gripping my hand with a strength for which I should hardly have given him credit. "You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive."
"How on earth did you know that?" I asked in astonishment.
"Never mind," said he, chuckling to himself. "The question now is about hoemoglobin. No doubt you see the significance of this discovery of mine?"
"It is interesting, chemically, no doubt," I answered, "but practically——"
"Why, man, it is the most practical medico-legal discovery for years. Don't you see that it gives us an infallible test for blood stains. Come over here now!" He seized me by the coat-sleeve in his eagerness, and drew me over to the table at which he had been working. "Let us have some fresh blood," he said, digging a long bodkin into his finger, and drawing off the resulting drop of blood in a chemical pipette. "Now, I add this small quantity of blood to a litre of water. You perceive that the resulting mixture has the appearance of pure water. The proportion of blood cannot be more than one in a million. I have no doubt, however, that we shall be able to obtain the characteristic reaction." As he spoke, he threw into the vessel a few white crystals, and then added some drops of a transparent fluid. In an instant the contents assumed a dull mahogany colour, and a brownish dust was precipitated to the bottom of the glass jar.
I really found it as one of the best passages in the story, because it explains how did Watson and Holmes meet each other, starting with this conversation one of the most famous mistery cases couples of all time. In this piece of text you can also imagine Holmes's personality, he's just interested in crimes and misteries, and he doesn't pay much attention to the two men that come to the lab.
"Dr. Watson, Mr. Sherlock Holmes," said Stamford, introducing us.
"How are you?" he said cordially, gripping my hand with a strength for which I should hardly have given him credit. "You have been in Afghanistan, I perceive."
"How on earth did you know that?" I asked in astonishment.
"Never mind," said he, chuckling to himself. "The question now is about hoemoglobin. No doubt you see the significance of this discovery of mine?"
"It is interesting, chemically, no doubt," I answered, "but practically——"
"Why, man, it is the most practical medico-legal discovery for years. Don't you see that it gives us an infallible test for blood stains. Come over here now!" He seized me by the coat-sleeve in his eagerness, and drew me over to the table at which he had been working. "Let us have some fresh blood," he said, digging a long bodkin into his finger, and drawing off the resulting drop of blood in a chemical pipette. "Now, I add this small quantity of blood to a litre of water. You perceive that the resulting mixture has the appearance of pure water. The proportion of blood cannot be more than one in a million. I have no doubt, however, that we shall be able to obtain the characteristic reaction." As he spoke, he threw into the vessel a few white crystals, and then added some drops of a transparent fluid. In an instant the contents assumed a dull mahogany colour, and a brownish dust was precipitated to the bottom of the glass jar.
I really found it as one of the best passages in the story, because it explains how did Watson and Holmes meet each other, starting with this conversation one of the most famous mistery cases couples of all time. In this piece of text you can also imagine Holmes's personality, he's just interested in crimes and misteries, and he doesn't pay much attention to the two men that come to the lab.
sábado, 9 de junio de 2012
Mágico
Siempre, siempre que preguntan cual ha sido el mejor futbolista de la historia, se escuchan los mismos nombres: que si Maradona, di Stefano, Pelé, Beckenbauer, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo O Gordo (en su epoca buena xD)... Pero siempre se olvidan de un hombre que no jugaba al fútbol, más bien hacía fútbol, este era el gran MÁGICO GONZÁLEZ.
Seguro que alguien piensa que un tío de El Salvador que jugó la mayor parte de su vida en el Cádiz no tenía nada de grande. Pues bien, esta máquina iba a ser fichada por la Fiorentina, que en aquella época era un equipo fuerte, y le iban a pagar 5 veces más de lo que le pagaba el Cádiz. El Cádiz no quería vender a su estrella, pero la oferta de la Fiore era increíble. Pero ocurió lo inimaginable, Mágico se negó a irse diciendo: "Allá en Italia no tienen pescaíto frito". Enorme. Que hagan eso Messi o Cristiano. Era famoso por sus fiestas y por quedarse dormido antes de los entrenamientos, pero se le perdonaba porque era magnífico.
Su mejor partido fueron las semifinales del Carranza, en las que el Cádiz se enfrentaba al poderoso Barcelona. Se quedó dormido y se presentó en el campo en el descanso, cuando el Cádiz perdía 0-3. El entrenador decidió ponerlo, ya que necesitaban hacer algo aunque solo sirviese para quedar bien ante la afición. Pues bien, el partido acabó 4-3, con dos goles y dos asistencias del gran Mágico. Maravilloso.
Además era un tío gracioso, y, sobre todo, sincero, siempre decía lo que pensaba. Una vez, cuando le preguntaron por qué salía tanto de fiesta en lugar de entrenar, respondió:
"Reconozco que no soy un santo, que me gusta la noche y que las ganas de juerga no me las quita ni mi madre. Sé que soy un irresponsable y un mal profesional, y puede que esté desaprovechando la oportunidad de mi vida. Lo sé, pero tengo una tontería en el coco: no me gusta tomarme el fútbol como un trabajo. Si lo hiciera no sería yo. Sólo juego por divertirme."
Por último, dejo un vídeo donde se pueden apreciar las maravillas de este genial futbolista. GRANDE MÁGICO.
Seguro que alguien piensa que un tío de El Salvador que jugó la mayor parte de su vida en el Cádiz no tenía nada de grande. Pues bien, esta máquina iba a ser fichada por la Fiorentina, que en aquella época era un equipo fuerte, y le iban a pagar 5 veces más de lo que le pagaba el Cádiz. El Cádiz no quería vender a su estrella, pero la oferta de la Fiore era increíble. Pero ocurió lo inimaginable, Mágico se negó a irse diciendo: "Allá en Italia no tienen pescaíto frito". Enorme. Que hagan eso Messi o Cristiano. Era famoso por sus fiestas y por quedarse dormido antes de los entrenamientos, pero se le perdonaba porque era magnífico.
Su mejor partido fueron las semifinales del Carranza, en las que el Cádiz se enfrentaba al poderoso Barcelona. Se quedó dormido y se presentó en el campo en el descanso, cuando el Cádiz perdía 0-3. El entrenador decidió ponerlo, ya que necesitaban hacer algo aunque solo sirviese para quedar bien ante la afición. Pues bien, el partido acabó 4-3, con dos goles y dos asistencias del gran Mágico. Maravilloso.
Además era un tío gracioso, y, sobre todo, sincero, siempre decía lo que pensaba. Una vez, cuando le preguntaron por qué salía tanto de fiesta en lugar de entrenar, respondió:
"Reconozco que no soy un santo, que me gusta la noche y que las ganas de juerga no me las quita ni mi madre. Sé que soy un irresponsable y un mal profesional, y puede que esté desaprovechando la oportunidad de mi vida. Lo sé, pero tengo una tontería en el coco: no me gusta tomarme el fútbol como un trabajo. Si lo hiciera no sería yo. Sólo juego por divertirme."
Por último, dejo un vídeo donde se pueden apreciar las maravillas de este genial futbolista. GRANDE MÁGICO.
domingo, 3 de junio de 2012
Study in scarlet
Watson, a doctor who was injured in the war in Afghanistan, is now in London. There he needs a cheap house to live in, so he speaks with his friend Stamford, who introduces his friend Sherlock Holmes to Watson. As they both are looking for a place to live in, they rent an apartment, located in Bakerstreet, 221B.
When they finally go to live there, Watson discovers that Holmes is a private detective with peculiar investigation methods. One day he receives a letter telloing him about a murder. The man is american and there are no hints by the momente, so they go to investigate. The mistery is so weird that it lasts some days of investigations, and another man dies.
Finally, Holmes catches the murderer. He is called Jefferson Hope, and he tells them his story.
Some years ago, in America, he met a girl who was the adopted daughter of a man who traveled with her mother from England to America. They fell in love, but as she and her father were living with the mormons, she had to marry one of them. So they tried to escape, but the mormons killed the father and forced her to marry one of them. She died in a few days. Jefferson escaped from them, but he sweared to kill his love killers, so he travelled through Europe looking for them, and he finally kill them in London.
After that he dies because of an illness, and Sherlock Holmes can definetely say that he has solved the mistery.
When they finally go to live there, Watson discovers that Holmes is a private detective with peculiar investigation methods. One day he receives a letter telloing him about a murder. The man is american and there are no hints by the momente, so they go to investigate. The mistery is so weird that it lasts some days of investigations, and another man dies.
Finally, Holmes catches the murderer. He is called Jefferson Hope, and he tells them his story.
Some years ago, in America, he met a girl who was the adopted daughter of a man who traveled with her mother from England to America. They fell in love, but as she and her father were living with the mormons, she had to marry one of them. So they tried to escape, but the mormons killed the father and forced her to marry one of them. She died in a few days. Jefferson escaped from them, but he sweared to kill his love killers, so he travelled through Europe looking for them, and he finally kill them in London.
After that he dies because of an illness, and Sherlock Holmes can definetely say that he has solved the mistery.
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