Stessa attività... con la classe 2L
Partecipazione, impegno e concentrazione...
Volete aggiungere??
martedì 24 marzo 2009
diario 1 SMS Marconi - classe di controllo
Stessa attività... con la classe 2L
Partecipazione, impegno e concentrazione...
Volete aggiungere??
lunedì 23 marzo 2009
diario 1 SMS Marconi
Oggi abbiamo iniziato... poche parole... solo due immagini per iniziare...
GAME
Guess who and what (and where) is in this story!
Guess and underline the word(s) and calculate your score (2 points each right anwser).
In this story there is a Statue /a picture / the Ghost
of a: a Mermaid/ a Prince / a King / a Magician
The statue is: on the stairs / on a column / in the elevator.
There is an animal: a Dove/ a Seal / a Lion/ a Cat / a Mosquito / a Swallow
It is Winter / Summer / Spring / Autumn
There are precious stones (underline 2) : a red ruby / a diamond / blue sapphires / green emeralds.
They are : in the countryside / in a wood / in a town / at the seaside / in the sky
domenica 22 marzo 2009
si inzia...
Carissimi alunni...
è finalmente giunta l'ora!!! Si. Non ci crederete... ma questo blog è stato aperto proprio per voi... Per creare un luogo in cui parlare di "The Happy Prince".
Lo farete come vorrete! In italiano, in inglese, con dei disegni, con i lavori e le immagini di ciò che farete nei gruppi...
Lo farete da tre luoghi diversi: da Napoli, da Modena e da Palermo... l'avventura di "The Selfish Giant" continua...
a voi ora la parola, la penna, i disegni, i colori...
ciao ciao
è finalmente giunta l'ora!!! Si. Non ci crederete... ma questo blog è stato aperto proprio per voi... Per creare un luogo in cui parlare di "The Happy Prince".
Lo farete come vorrete! In italiano, in inglese, con dei disegni, con i lavori e le immagini di ciò che farete nei gruppi...
Lo farete da tre luoghi diversi: da Napoli, da Modena e da Palermo... l'avventura di "The Selfish Giant" continua...
a voi ora la parola, la penna, i disegni, i colori...
ciao ciao
martedì 17 marzo 2009
"THE HAPPY PRINCE" The integral version
THE HAPPY PRINCE
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
To be continued...
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.
One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
To be continued...
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