One summer afternoon a friend called to invite me to a bike marathon near the barrage Tarnita. I accepted and I invited my friend to sleep at my place .He was fond of the idea so he came after half an hour and we talked about the marathon.
We woke up at 6 a.m. and started packing.My friend made some sandwiches for the road and we set off somewhere around 7:30 a.m. .It was an early cold morning.There was no one on the road and the wood on the roadside was as silent as a grave.We admired the lovely country lanes and the wide open fields.The weather was nice and the clouds seemed to be waving at us.
After 1 hour we were at the middle of the road and we were starving.We stoped on the side of the road near a field .We saw some cows on the field but we didn’t care.I set up the picnic and we started eating.I just had a few bites when I heard a strange noise.Then I felt the earth shaking under me.I raised to my feet and I saw a huge bull running at us .We left the picnic there and ran as fast as we could to the car .We got in and my friend started the car .The bull stoped near the picnic because he felt the smell of food. We thought we would finish eating the sandwiches but we lost our chance when we ran to the car.The bull seemed really excited about finding food and he ate all our sandwiches .We were watching from about 50 m distance very dissapointed.
Hours later we got home tired and really hungry but we felt happy and sattisfied because me and my friend were on the podium at the marathon.I’ll never forget that day when I was chased by a bull.
duminică, 15 noiembrie 2009
miercuri, 4 noiembrie 2009
Our rights, our justice, our freedom
In 1949, during the Geneva Convention, a small but important group of people changed history. Not only by officially creating the UN, but by clearly defining for the first time the human rights in a document that is respected to this day.
Every human being is entitled to LIFE and HAPPINESS (something found in the US Constitution too). There are hundreds of pages filled with laws regarding prisoner treatment, civil rights during war, civil and human rights in times of peace, treatment of civilians during occupation etc. One moment in history that changed its course (like the refraction of the lens:). They guarantee that your properties will not be confiscated illegally by the state (unless its a comunist one!), you have the right to a fair trial and to a fair punishment.
BUT, are these rights being respected? We all know how much the russians, the africans and the chinese respect the rules of prisoners of war and political detainees... Some people think there should be a new human rights bill coresponding to the current circumstances (War on Terror, since it is very hard to respeect the Convention when arresting Muslims). The other side, though, thinks that the rules are good and that we shouldn't change the Convention, but rather ourselves and our ways of waging war or fighting.
I must agree that some things need to be changed, such as gay rights, for example. And people need to change their opinions too: about war, about people, about the government. And I, the bedazzled 9th grader, am left to wonder what I can do to help. And i'm also wondering what happened to the animal rights?
Every human being is entitled to LIFE and HAPPINESS (something found in the US Constitution too). There are hundreds of pages filled with laws regarding prisoner treatment, civil rights during war, civil and human rights in times of peace, treatment of civilians during occupation etc. One moment in history that changed its course (like the refraction of the lens:). They guarantee that your properties will not be confiscated illegally by the state (unless its a comunist one!), you have the right to a fair trial and to a fair punishment.
BUT, are these rights being respected? We all know how much the russians, the africans and the chinese respect the rules of prisoners of war and political detainees... Some people think there should be a new human rights bill coresponding to the current circumstances (War on Terror, since it is very hard to respeect the Convention when arresting Muslims). The other side, though, thinks that the rules are good and that we shouldn't change the Convention, but rather ourselves and our ways of waging war or fighting.
I must agree that some things need to be changed, such as gay rights, for example. And people need to change their opinions too: about war, about people, about the government. And I, the bedazzled 9th grader, am left to wonder what I can do to help. And i'm also wondering what happened to the animal rights?
luni, 2 noiembrie 2009
Teacher 009
First day of school. I didn’t suspected then, that in just three weeks I’d say about someone that it’s the best class teacher in the world. In spite of the fact that she gave me a 2. In English, of course. But to start with the beginning, as natural.
- I'm Mrs. Gabor. Sanda Gabor.
It’s like we are in a James Bond movie. Am I right? This was how she presented to 9 B class, English teacher and our class teacher.
Tall of 1, 65, not more, slightly rounded. Aged between 35 and 40, short hair, blonde, brown eyes who fix you once you get into the collimator. Quick steps, decided. Precise gestures, almost constantly. You expect her to teach maths, not foreign languages.
The warning for the times that awaits us came from the begining:
I'm going to teach you English. And not anyway. You’ll get up every morning and say: I have lessons with Gabor. Damm it!
The lesons take place anytime and anywhere. We meet with her, no matter where and the conversation is only in English. Don’ let the devil to make you say another word in Romanian, especially at her class. The catalog is filled automatically with a 2.
Lessons only in the classroom? Ha! At 20: 30, in the evening, of course, she sends the lesson link. Some are even funny. For example, Battle Ship. Whenever you manage to hit the enemy ship, it opens with a grammar exercise. Finally, get the note. A clarification: the internet holds especially grammar.
At the same time the tutoring begins. Until 22: 30. You can ask anything. In English, of course!
Hours and hours became her religion. We beg to God, in mind, of course, not be taken at questions and if that still happens we need to find quickly the answer in our mind. Why fast? Score drops by a point or two, depending on the length of hesitation.
To be fair, I have to add something. Important. Although in class she is a real dictator, sergeants from the army should hide, as she gets out from the class, she is the most funniest and pleasant teacher that I have ever met.
At the end of the second week of school, surprise: Saturday meeting at the end of Mănăştur neighborhood. For those who do not know, is the neighborhood where I live. One who has in the north a forest most loved by the people of Cluj. One might say about the pile of garbage left behind them.
Ow well. Going to the green grass! Could equally well say " at green onions" because it was present in full by the snack together. For me, a first outlet with classmates and in the end, I concluded without hesitation, a pleasant one. Only then I understood the purpose of the trip. Free of teacher support away from the classroom, within the constraints of rigorous discipline, we had the opportunity to discover each other beyond the "covers". And because she is English teacher, the conversation was held only in that language. Our accent didn’t matter who I guess could scare any real British. More important was the friendship knock between us. We laughed, we joked, we sang, we played football. Our screams filled the valley. I suspect that those who passed through the area could have categorized us as a band of crazy English.
I ate bacon well roasted on the fire that I maintained the others were completely outside the noble "art" of survival in nature. See how I praise?
The only bad things: millions of flies which surrounded us, until we started the fire, and the burn caused by a piece of bacon, stuck in the customary whip, led by Julia. The food was served by hand. Hear? Why to look for cutlery between "nerds"? Hm! Let's be serious!
The very next week, the English lesson was held in the Botanical Garden, one of the most beautiful and rich in plant species in Europe. Another challenge for us. For two hours I was subjected to heavy artillery: personal mines, grenades, machine guns with bullets caliber "2" in the catalog. Come to boast a little. Again! You're right! I gained 5 points credit. Accordingly, if I am not satisfied with the notes that I received, I may use the credit and future round votes. Only good for that month, I receive a two, high as me. Wait, there's more! Of course I had nothing to resort to credit. Penance was different. To delete the note, I had to write a poem. In English, of course. Not every poem. Shall bear the words "house" and "home", our lesson that day.
Yes', I "stole" a ten. But the rest I can lick the muzzle. Until you become more courageous, more than nine you won’t receive. Oh!
I noticed and I think you have noticed and I talk too much about me, than about teacher 009. Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled, a good friend could say, but talking about classes, about the teaching and grading, I sketched a portrait more credible, more realistic than any other description of the teacher.
- I'm Mrs. Gabor. Sanda Gabor.
It’s like we are in a James Bond movie. Am I right? This was how she presented to 9 B class, English teacher and our class teacher.
Tall of 1, 65, not more, slightly rounded. Aged between 35 and 40, short hair, blonde, brown eyes who fix you once you get into the collimator. Quick steps, decided. Precise gestures, almost constantly. You expect her to teach maths, not foreign languages.
The warning for the times that awaits us came from the begining:
I'm going to teach you English. And not anyway. You’ll get up every morning and say: I have lessons with Gabor. Damm it!
The lesons take place anytime and anywhere. We meet with her, no matter where and the conversation is only in English. Don’ let the devil to make you say another word in Romanian, especially at her class. The catalog is filled automatically with a 2.
Lessons only in the classroom? Ha! At 20: 30, in the evening, of course, she sends the lesson link. Some are even funny. For example, Battle Ship. Whenever you manage to hit the enemy ship, it opens with a grammar exercise. Finally, get the note. A clarification: the internet holds especially grammar.
At the same time the tutoring begins. Until 22: 30. You can ask anything. In English, of course!
Hours and hours became her religion. We beg to God, in mind, of course, not be taken at questions and if that still happens we need to find quickly the answer in our mind. Why fast? Score drops by a point or two, depending on the length of hesitation.
To be fair, I have to add something. Important. Although in class she is a real dictator, sergeants from the army should hide, as she gets out from the class, she is the most funniest and pleasant teacher that I have ever met.
At the end of the second week of school, surprise: Saturday meeting at the end of Mănăştur neighborhood. For those who do not know, is the neighborhood where I live. One who has in the north a forest most loved by the people of Cluj. One might say about the pile of garbage left behind them.
Ow well. Going to the green grass! Could equally well say " at green onions" because it was present in full by the snack together. For me, a first outlet with classmates and in the end, I concluded without hesitation, a pleasant one. Only then I understood the purpose of the trip. Free of teacher support away from the classroom, within the constraints of rigorous discipline, we had the opportunity to discover each other beyond the "covers". And because she is English teacher, the conversation was held only in that language. Our accent didn’t matter who I guess could scare any real British. More important was the friendship knock between us. We laughed, we joked, we sang, we played football. Our screams filled the valley. I suspect that those who passed through the area could have categorized us as a band of crazy English.
I ate bacon well roasted on the fire that I maintained the others were completely outside the noble "art" of survival in nature. See how I praise?
The only bad things: millions of flies which surrounded us, until we started the fire, and the burn caused by a piece of bacon, stuck in the customary whip, led by Julia. The food was served by hand. Hear? Why to look for cutlery between "nerds"? Hm! Let's be serious!
The very next week, the English lesson was held in the Botanical Garden, one of the most beautiful and rich in plant species in Europe. Another challenge for us. For two hours I was subjected to heavy artillery: personal mines, grenades, machine guns with bullets caliber "2" in the catalog. Come to boast a little. Again! You're right! I gained 5 points credit. Accordingly, if I am not satisfied with the notes that I received, I may use the credit and future round votes. Only good for that month, I receive a two, high as me. Wait, there's more! Of course I had nothing to resort to credit. Penance was different. To delete the note, I had to write a poem. In English, of course. Not every poem. Shall bear the words "house" and "home", our lesson that day.
Yes', I "stole" a ten. But the rest I can lick the muzzle. Until you become more courageous, more than nine you won’t receive. Oh!
I noticed and I think you have noticed and I talk too much about me, than about teacher 009. Spoiled, spoiled, spoiled, a good friend could say, but talking about classes, about the teaching and grading, I sketched a portrait more credible, more realistic than any other description of the teacher.
marți, 20 octombrie 2009
My home is my Castle!
Home is the greatest place where i’m feeling best. It doesen’t matter where it is, what is made of or how big it is. It’s nothing more important for me than coming home and meet all my family, where i’m feeling safe.
Even if a house is made of brick, wood or anything else the most important is the atmosphere inside.
My home is wonderful! Not because it’s made of brick and it has big winodws. It’s wonderful because inside there are the people I care the most, my family. Inside, the house is large and cosy. It has two floors. On the ground floor, there is a spacoius living room, a kitchen equipped with nice furniture, a bedroom and also a bathroom. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom too.
Anyway, home is where your heart is and my heart is with my family.
By Diana Ciurdar
Even if a house is made of brick, wood or anything else the most important is the atmosphere inside.
My home is wonderful! Not because it’s made of brick and it has big winodws. It’s wonderful because inside there are the people I care the most, my family. Inside, the house is large and cosy. It has two floors. On the ground floor, there is a spacoius living room, a kitchen equipped with nice furniture, a bedroom and also a bathroom. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom too.
Anyway, home is where your heart is and my heart is with my family.
By Diana Ciurdar
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