TO CONCLUDE...

After almost nine gruelling months of arduous work, I sighed with relief on Wednesday, when I finished the hardest part of my C1 exams. However, I know that all this chaos in which I am immersed will be worn out, and then, I will miss the fulfilling moments I have lived in this course. I have to admit, that the two and half hours we have shared every Tuesday and Thursday, have not been long at all, despite having been working during the whole morning. On the contrary, sometimes the lessons have had a therapeutic effect, as while I have been concentrated on them, I have forgotten most of the day-to-day problems. I could not help feeling snowed under in some moments, especially during the endless second term. To be honest, I thought even about giving up. It was the pleasant atmosphere created in our group which encouraged me to stick it out.

Among the countless tasks we have had to do, we have written a poem. At that time I was feeling nostalgic, so that in my poem I tried to express the sorry for the loss. In this moment I have a similar regret for having finished this stage and losing touch with all of you, so I will dare to share it, even if I am  a little bit ashamed, knowing that I am not a great poet.

A BOTTLE WITH A MESSAGE INSIDE

I did not realize how special you were

Until  the day  you suddenly disappeared.

I could not understand that knot in my throat

That  pain in my chest.

I tried to forget  that absurd craziness,

As you hardly had noticed my trivial presence.

It was an impossible task,

Since as a joke of  fate

Your name came back 

Again and again,

In a sound, in a book, in a paint on the wall.

Then, a foolish idea hit my mind,

I sent you a bottle with a message inside,

I threw it to the sea, on the off-chance

That you could find it, and remind me

Through a word about the days behind. 

 I would like you remind me "through a word about the days behind", of course, a word in English.

MY SELFPORTRAIT

Rarely do people agree about whom you look like: your father or your mother. In my case, none of them have such dark eyes like mine. I wish I had a small Roman nose, as my mother, but undoubtedly, my father' genes have prevailed. I have also inherited from him my determination, as well as my stubbornness, while patience and tolerance are my mother's legacy. As decades go by, our own character is forged at the same pace as wrinkles are drawn in our face. Women having deep lines between the eyebrows and a mean mouth, as I have, are supposed to be meticulous and excessively worried about things for which they are responsible. Admittedly, it was the way in which I used to behave ten years ago, before a key event in my life changed my mind. Since that moment, I try to keep my head and to think twice before frowning or pursing my lips because of unimportant things.

Poetry event – 23 April

First of all, I would like to congratulate both my classmates and the EOI's teachers on their poems as well as on their fantastic readings. Admittedly, I have to learn a lot of vocabulary and new expressions from their work. Apart from this, the event was wonderful, with a beautiful mixture of music and poetry that created a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere.

Nowadays, the 450^th anniversary of  Shakespeare´s birth - the greatest poet in English language- is being celebrated in Stratford-upon- Avon http://www.shakespearesbirthday.org.uk/

In his honor I remind you one of his poems:

Carpe Diem

O mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear! your true-love's coming

That can sing both high and low;

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,

Journey's end in lovers' meeting-

Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'this not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,

Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

TUDOR'S DYNASTY

History has never been my strong point. In fact I have had serious problems trying to understand the Tudors' genealogical tree, to prepare our last reading task. The reason for my trouble are not only the six marriages of Henry VIII, but also the great amount of "Marys" related to this dynasty : Mary I- Bloody Mary-, Mary Tudor -Mary Queen of France- ,Mary Queen of Scots-Mary Stuart- and Mary of Guise.

 As a consequence I have sought on the Internet and  I have found so much information for my narrow brain than the result has been rather counterproductive. In the end I have chosen this video that since my view summarizes in the easiest way what I wanted to know.

Can Chess Check-mate Alzheimer's?

Thanks to our last lessons, in which we have been learning about neuroplasticity, I have reminded something that I heard years ago related to the benefits of playing chess, in order to prevent Alzheimer's .

In fact, it has been shown by statistics that hardly never great players suffer from this disease. Interestingly, one of them who was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, had symptoms that made think that his illness was considerably less developed than his autopsy revealed after his death.

Searching for more information, I have found this video that suggest that this sport can check-mate the onset of Alzheimer's. Admittedly, I do not have a clue about chess. I wish I had the time to learn to play it ,(maybe when I finish my C1 course).

I have bumped into this endearing video by chance, and although it is not obviously the best for practising "listening", it includes a wide range of amazing facial expressions, about which we have been also working. I hope you will enjoy it

Apparently, this lovely man is not avoiding Alzheimer's through the practice of chess. However, I do not think so at all. In contrast, I believe that he is a sensible man, who is able to take loneliness in his stride, instead of slumping dejectedly regretting his misfortune. He gives a valuable lesson of life.

The Sailor-Boy 's Tale

The Sailor-Boy 's Tale, from Winter's Tales, one of the best known books written by Isak Dinesen, is a lovely story that takes place on the coast of Norway. This tender tale narrates an adventure that happens to a brave young sailor, called Simon, who risks his life to rescue a peregrine falcon entangled upon the mast .

The thrill begins when the ship came to the harbour and such a display of life is discovered by Simon than he feels a self-confident adult in the middle of the incessant trade. No sooner had he mixed with the crowd, than he bumped into a wonderful girl, Nora, with whom he fell in love. He could not have been happier when she proposed to him to arrange a date for the next day.

   However, the plot has an unexpected twist as Simon accidentally kills Ivan, a Russian acquaintance who tries to prevent him from meeting his girlfriend. Since this moment, Simon is on the run for fear of being accused of murder. Had he not found a mysterious Lapp woman who helped him, he would have been arrested.

The atmosphere created by the author, through vivid descriptions, transports the reader to the northern in which the scene is supposed to develop. What Dinesen highlight in this tale is: should we behave honestly, we will be rewarded.

This story is well worth reading , as it is full of amazing moments as well as beautiful romantic details and a stunning creativity.

SYRIA'S LOST GENERATION

While I was watching this video, I could not help thinking of my teen students and even in myself at that age, as well as about how sensitive and dependent a human being is at that stage of his life.  I have been impressed by the sad and hopeless children's look. It should be the consequence of the shock of becoming suddenly adults. Try as I might, I could not imagine their feelings after losing their childhood, their home's safety  and their   family's support.

Apart from this, it is no wonder that the majority of this youth generation will suffer from psychological sequels in the future. Some of the words by which I have felt really moved are: "we should have died before have seen such things", told by a girl who is now playing the role of mother and father of her younger siblings. These two millions of people are supposed to bear the rest of their existence the bitterness of being witness and victims of their enemies's cruelty and barbarism .

 Nevertheless, I would like thinking that among this crowd, maybe some individuals will be able to transform their distress into wisdom, and forgive without forgetting the mistakes of the past, as an exceptional man- Mandela- did, in order to rebuilt their country free of hate and nastiness.