You can see our gallery photos dessert contest British and French held on December 22 at school. Our students will have plenty of stamina and very original. Thank you all for your participation. Repeat next year.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
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On December 22 we held our traditional Christmas festival. School teachers dared to sing Christmas carols English and French. Then gave way to all students at the school who also sang in both languages. We also visited the Three Kings who collected food and toys to distribute to needy children in the region.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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The Don Marquitos
My room was good-looking.
My first school was a convent, I do not remember any in particular. To whom do remember Don Marquitos, goalkeeper of the nest. I received very early because, at least I remember, I was the first to arrive and last to leave.
Marquitos
Don was a old man with little hair, very similar to my grandfather, especially in the dress. Natured as himself and apparently sleepy because every morning I felt the need to repeat the same phrase: "Don Marquitos not sleep" or "Don Marquitos not sleep."
The truth is I do not know what powers he took me to ask Don Marquitos not sleep. But he did, and always. I wonder if I will have love or maybe I looked like an annoying and conceited brat. Suddenly, I was his 'dove', as we affectionately called the character of Don Fermin, the "novel? Carousel-Cyril and Maria Joaquina, or maybe I was just one of many little girls who would not let him blink a little.
Don Mark and I talked (it was sometimes the case)
My room was good-looking. My first school was a convent, I do not remember any in particular. To whom do remember Don Marquitos, goalkeeper of the nest. I received very early because, at least I remember, I was the first to arrive and last to leave.
Marquitos
Don was a old man with little hair, very similar to my grandfather, especially in the dress. Natured as himself and apparently sleepy because every morning I felt the need to repeat the same phrase: "Don Marquitos not sleep" or "Don Marquitos not sleep."
Don Mark and I unpublished photo. He is more awake than ever and I do not. December '91.
The truth is I do not know what powers he took me to ask Don Marquitos not sleep. But he did, and always. I wonder if I will have love or maybe I looked like an annoying and conceited brat. Suddenly, I was his 'dove', as we affectionately called the character of Don Fermin, the "novel? Carousel-Cyril and Maria Joaquina, or maybe I was just one of many little girls who would not let him blink a little.
here alone, over Jesus. December '91.
Don Mark and I talked (it was sometimes the case)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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popcorn gum
When I was five, my mom bought me a rubber as Garfield. I loved it. I wanted to smear my hands with the glue of the cat, crushing to leave it empty and running around my house like crazy Galatians.
My mom would not let me. He said that the rubber was for college. "College? Will a guy than you ever have told me? Or worse, will it be a son to my mom I have not submitted yet?
trembled. I was afraid. This paste should be mine, all mine. Our relationship should be like Garfield and lasagna: imperishable. Or as my mom and dad: endless.
Later, I discovered that the school was a place. Rather, it was a pigeon. Or at least that's what I understood when I said "nest." The day came, then, that the nest known as the master (to which my mother described as barbies, dolls but had nothing).
took my hands in rubber, rubber holy, sacred gum. I was ready to put me under my barbie-teacher and paste from noodles to balls of crepe paper. What is so open my gum.
However, the teacher had other plans. Maleficent I would say. With a broad smile, he asked: "What about your materials?". I goose as usual, I showed him my gum. I wanted to feel my happiness.
- Ah, "he said," You brought your rubber. Well, good. I'll put it with others.
And he did. The sky kept in a closet along with other gums or did not reach the heels of my fat Garfield. Moreover, they had ways and all were called 'David'.
I had to resign to "share" a word incomprehensible to an only child. From then until now, I used any other gum, but I did not ever see Garfield.
Sometimes I miss him. I wonder who have had the luck to hit him crepe paper ...
When I was five, my mom bought me a rubber as Garfield. I loved it. I wanted to smear my hands with the glue of the cat, crushing to leave it empty and running around my house like crazy Galatians.
My mom would not let me. He said that the rubber was for college. "College? Will a guy than you ever have told me? Or worse, will it be a son to my mom I have not submitted yet?
trembled. I was afraid. This paste should be mine, all mine. Our relationship should be like Garfield and lasagna: imperishable. Or as my mom and dad: endless.
Later, I discovered that the school was a place. Rather, it was a pigeon. Or at least that's what I understood when I said "nest." The day came, then, that the nest known as the master (to which my mother described as barbies, dolls but had nothing).
took my hands in rubber, rubber holy, sacred gum. I was ready to put me under my barbie-teacher and paste from noodles to balls of crepe paper. What is so open my gum.
However, the teacher had other plans. Maleficent I would say. With a broad smile, he asked: "What about your materials?". I goose as usual, I showed him my gum. I wanted to feel my happiness.
- Ah, "he said," You brought your rubber. Well, good. I'll put it with others.
And he did. The sky kept in a closet along with other gums or did not reach the heels of my fat Garfield. Moreover, they had ways and all were called 'David'.
I had to resign to "share" a word incomprehensible to an only child. From then until now, I used any other gum, but I did not ever see Garfield.
Sometimes I miss him. I wonder who have had the luck to hit him crepe paper ...
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