Dear Students,
After having read about Kiribati, here's a video to complement.
Dear Students,
Wishes of a good New Year!
And to start well, a bit of practice on expressing personal interests.
Good work!
The Trip of Danger
“Help me down
here!” I shouted to Jhona, my best friend since I was a child, as he helped me
climb the wall to enter the Palace that once belonged to the most feared god of
India, Shiva, the god of destruction. “I can’t believe it,” I said as I started
roaming my fingers on the old paintings pinned on the wall, describing the
story of this god, what he did, and why he was so feared among the population,
also mesmerized by all the fortune within the place itself. How can an
astonishing and historical place like this be hidden for so long? You must be
asking. That’s because it contains a treasure! My father was an explorer, he
always had this curiosity for all the unknown hidden antique monuments with a
backstory related to gods or something of that sort. I believe I have the same
fascination for that type of stuff, because of him. Unfortunately, he lost his
life trying to find this one. So, since this was his last goal, I will do it
for him.
After a
while, looking for hints in the paintings and the walls, trying to figure out
how to find a way that led to the treasure, I lost hope, so I sat down on the
ground, hopeless. “We will never find this treasure, Jhona.” Suddenly, I heard
a sound, and I immediately got up to look around me and I noticed that I had
seated on a button instead of a rock, on the ground. “Lara, look!” Jhona said
pointing at the open door. I looked in the direction he was pointing at, and we
saw the treasure there, all the gold and shiny jewellery. “We are rich,
Lara!” He said happily reaching for a hug. Suddenly, we heard a gun fired
outside of the wall and I thought “It’s them!” But who are they? You might be
wondering. There are people like us too, who have the desire to find
treasures. The difference between us and them is that they are willing to do
whatever it takes to have the treasures, even if it means hurting other people.
“Let’s get out of here!” I shouted. They threw a grenade at the wall to gain
access to the building and that made us stop in our tracks. They entered one
after another, shooting at us, so we fought, we didn’t have another way to
overcome the situation.
Finally, we managed to get out of there, but we didn’t take the treasure with us. It was impossible! It was a life-or-death decision and I didn’t want to end up like my father, since I’m not as greedy as he was. Still, I won’t give up that easily. I will have this treasure back!
By Lara Marques -11th B
My best friend’s name is Catarina, she’s 14 years old and lives in Lagos. I met her on the 11th of February of 2010, and we've been best friends ever since. She's been there for all the ups and downs of my life, and I wouldn't trade her for the world.
She
is very noticeable in a crowd, mainly because of her honey-colored curls and
her tanned skin, in the summer. She is
blue and green-eyed and has the most beautiful and genuine smile I've ever
seen. She is not tall by any means but
is a little bit above the average height for her age. She is plump in “ all of
the right places” like she usually says, and loves to dress in a very Barbie
style.
Her outgoing and light-hearted personality is
definitely the reason why she has so many friends. She is very sweet and is
always trying to help her peers. Her confidence is outstanding and the way she
carries herself makes her influence touchable in a room. She loves gymnastics
and practices twice a week at our local Club.
She is a clarinet player, just like me, and loves music. Her love for
sports and the outdoors, as well as her love for adventure, led her to join the
scouts 9 years ago and it is definitely the highlight of her week.
Overall, she is my best friend because of her
amazing generosity and sincerity. Her ability to speak her mind amazes me and I
would love to be like her when I grow up. And even though we may argue
sometimes, I will always love her. And maybe I might be biased but I think that
everyone deserves a friend as caring and sensitive as her. After all, I loved
her first because she is my sister but I love her more because she is my best
friend.
by Leonor Quaresma 11th A