miércoles, 28 de septiembre de 2011

Petition letter


Dear local authorities, 
We are Nicole Dons Blaedel and Guadalupe Lazaro; we are students from Newlands school. We are writing to make reference and complain against the situation people of Calcutta are facing these days.
First of all Kolkata is one of the most notorious examples of the way in which problems are created when cities grow quickly. These problems are severe besides they have lack of recourses and care. The main problem is LACK OF HOUSING; many families have no home over than the pavement. Over a quarter million people are forced to sleep in the open.
Secondly there is PROVISON OF SERVICES: these supplies could clean water, schools and hospitals, but on the other hand it costs a large amount of money. So more than the half of the local buildings don’t have electricity.
In my opinion these people don’t deserve these kind of treatments, since they are as human as the rest of the people.
THANK YOU FOR YOU COPERATION-
NICOLE AND GUADALUPE

lunes, 26 de septiembre de 2011

Taller de Concientizacion sobre los derechos del niño

El dia 19 de Septiembre, fuimos con el grupo de 2ndo año V del colegio Newlands, a la escuela nº53 para enseñarles a los chicos sobre los derechos del niño y la importancia de ellos.
 Nosotros elegimos este tema porque es muy importante que sepan que ellos tienen derechos y que hay alguien que puede protegerlos y respetarlos en caso que alguien en sus familias o amigos no esten respetando sus derechos.
Para que los niños los aprendan breve mente, decidimos hace una especie de juego que consistía en darles un papel en el que tenian que dibujar un recuerdo bueno y uno malo, cuando terminaban nosotros teniamos que clasificarlos segun al derecho que pertenecian, por ejemplo si se dibujaban a  ellos jugando deciamos que segun tal artìculo el niño tiene el derecho al juego. Despues, dimos una corta charla con posters y imagenes. Por ultimo, hicimos una encuesta muy facil para ver que habian escrito al respecto.
Los chicos se notaban muy alegres cuando les mostramos la actividad. Rapidamente comenzaron a hacer sus dibujos y se ayudaban entre ellos. Cuando les dimos la breve charla sobre los derechos estaban muy interesados en escuchar mas. La verdad que nos recibieron muy bien y estaria bueno repetirlo.

viernes, 9 de septiembre de 2011

El futuro.


El futuro significa la solucion a posibles problemas, sociales o contaminantes. Junto a la tecnologia espero que desaparezcan estas dificultades y el planeta siga adelante. Yo no le tengo miedo al futuro y tampoco a la muerte, no me desespera morir por algo que yo no puedo controlar como la naturaleza. No creo que haya vida despues de la muerte pero de algo que estoy totalmente segura es que mi alma va a seguir con vida y talvez sea como ver todo desde otro punto de vista. sin embargo, esto del derretimiento de hielos continentales no creo que ocurra en un futuro cercano sino despues de unas cuantas generaciones y eso me deja tranquila.
Igual para mi esto de los glaciares es una teoria mas del apocalipsis. Hay muchas teorias y todas son bastantes coherentes pero si nos ponemos a pensar todo lo que puede ocurrir en el futuro no nos dejaria vivir en paz. En mi opinion hay que vivir el dia a dia porque vida hay una sola y hay que disfrutarla.

domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011

Great Gatsby's work.

After two years I remembered that day and the following with the police and the photographers on Gatsby’s door. There was a rope across the gate and a police kept out the curious except some boys that discovered they could enter through my yard. Catherine swore that her sister never saw Gatsby and that she loved her husband. Finally Wilson was reduced from “mad man” to “deranged by grief” and the case rested there. I was on the side of Gatsby and since I phoned the news every single question was referred to me. I called Daisy but she and Tom had gone and they didn’t leave address either when they would return.I wanted to get somebody for him, so I called Meyer Wolfsheim but he was not in his office.
The next morning I sent the buttler to New York with a letter to Wolfsheim asking him for information and saying if he could come to Long Island. But he didn’t come and neither Daisy. When the buttler came with the answer I had a feeling of anger. The letter said that he was too busy with a problem he had and he couldn’t leave from New York but he would help if I needed anything. He also told me that he didn’t know any relatives of Gatsby.
That afternoon the phone rang, I thought it was Daisy but it was a man called Slagle talking about a wire that I never received. I told him  that I was not Gatsby and that he had died.
The third day a wire arrived from Minnesota signed by Henry C. Gatz. Telling that the funeral had to be postponed until he arrived. It was Gatsby´s father a weak and serious man. With the eyes full of tears. He told me he got to know about the death because of the new from Chicago.
When he saw the size of the lobby and how many rooms the house had his pain mixed with pride.
That night Klipspringer called but not because of Gatsby’s death instead because he had left a pair of tennis on Gatsby’s house! I told him if he could come to the funeral but he said he was in Greenwich with some friends and he would do everything to come but he was not sure.
The morning before the funeral I went to Wolfsheim’s office were he let me enter and he started telling me about the first time he met Gatsby. When he finished I told him about the funeral, as he was his most intimate friend he would come but he couldn´t because he didn´t want to get involed in the death.
When I returned I saw Gatz excited walking through the house proud of what his son had. He told me that Gatsby went to see him every two years and since he got his money he was very generous with his father.
When the priest arrived Gatz and I started looking through the windows looking if somebody came to the funeral. After half an hour we decided to go to the cementery. When we got there I realize that Daisy wouldn´t come. Suddently I heard someone was coming behind me and there she was, Daisy. Crying she hugged me and told me:
_sorry to be late.
We listened to the rest of the funeral and at the ending of the funeral we talked. She told me where she had been. She went to New York with Tom to rest some days. Immediately when she knew the notice she returned.
After his funeral I returned to Minnessota with my family lefting everything behind.
607 words.