Hello everybody, although it is almost Christmas time, here is an example of Treasure Hunt related to Halloween. It is a nice way to learn about this festivity.
Have a terrifying Christmas!!
COOKIE JAR
Hace 12 años
sábado, 20 de diciembre de 2008
Summary
Dear all, this is a summary of what I've experienced with this blog. For instance, it has been very exhaustive in some case because of the problems at time of uploading documents, but in some other cases it has been quite good as entertainment.
I've learnt how to use different multimedia resources, not only the web, but also mp3 items, images and so on. Internet has been very usefull to find information about activities, dictionaries, photographs...
To finish, I want to thank some of my classmates because they have been very helpfull to me, with their explanations, patience... Hope this blog results attractive to all of you.
I've learnt how to use different multimedia resources, not only the web, but also mp3 items, images and so on. Internet has been very usefull to find information about activities, dictionaries, photographs...
To finish, I want to thank some of my classmates because they have been very helpfull to me, with their explanations, patience... Hope this blog results attractive to all of you.
sábado, 13 de diciembre de 2008
miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2008
lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008
We are very similar, aren't we?
I've chosen this Slideshare because animals are lovable. In many cases, both we and they are very similar, let's have a look to probe it!
From: marticamil,
20 hours ago
SlideShare Link
From: marticamil,
20 hours ago
SlideShare Link
domingo, 30 de noviembre de 2008
Fama, a bailar!!
It was a great carnival, but it was a pitty not to win the first prize
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5q8cNnj7LLE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5q8cNnj7LLE
miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2008
Little Red Riding Hood
I suppose all of you have heard about Little Red Riding Hood, so why not remembering it again?
http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-stories-red-riding-hood-popup.htm
http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-stories-red-riding-hood-popup.htm
lunes, 24 de noviembre de 2008
When I have to face to a genius like Shakespeare, I have no words, he was simply the best.
HAMLET
A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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