"Nuevas propuestas para el
uso del cuaderno y las carpetas en la escuela"
Dra. Silvina Gvirtz
Sábado 3 de junio de 9 a
17:30 hs.
"Estrategias de aprendizaje de
una lengua extranjera"
Dra.
Florencia Cortés Conde
Fecha: Del 27 de abril al 22 de junio. Todos los
jueves de 18 a 21 hs. (8 reuniones)
"Internet y educación:taller de
análisis de sitios web para la EGB y el
nivel polimodal"
Dr. Diego
Levis
Fecha: Sábado 8 de abril de 9 a 17:30 hs
"Nuevas respuestas al conflicto
en la escuela: proyecto de negociación de la Universidad de
Harvard"
Dra. Sara R. de
Horowitz
Fecha: Sábado 20 de mayo de 9 a 17:30 hs.
Further information can be requested on escedu@udesa.edu.ar or by phone at 4725-7089
Rookie Policemen
Two rookie police officers found three hand grenades in the street and decided to take them to the police station. "What if one of them explodes" asked the younger officcer.
"It doesn´t matter," reassured the other. "We' ll say we only found two."
Improvised Thieves ?
Finishing their shopping at the mall, a couple discovers that their brand-new car has been stolen. They file a report at the police station, and a detective drives them back to the parking lot to look for evidence. To their amazement, the car has been returned and there's a note in it that says "I apologize for taking your car. My wife was having a baby and I had to hot-wire your ignition to rush her to the hospital. Please forgive the inconvenience. Here are two tickets for tonight's Shania Twain´s concert."
Their faith in humanity restored, the couple attends the concert. But when they return home, they find their house has been ransacked. On the bathroom mirror is another note: "I have to put my kid through college somehow, don't I?"
Heaven or Hell
George dies and goes to hell. He notices one sign that says "Capitalist Hell," and another that says "Socialist Hell." There's a long line of souls waiting for Socialist hell, but no one waiting to get into Capitalist hell. George asks the guard, "What do they do to you in Socialist hell?"
"They boil you in oil, whip you and then put you on the rack," says the guard.
"And what do they do to you in Capitalist hell?" George asks.
"Same thing," replies he guard.
"Then why is everybody in line for Socialist hell?"
"Because in Socialist hell," the guard explains " they're always out of oil, whips and racks."
Lawyers will be lawyers
A lawyer was opening the door of his BMW ,when a car came along and hit it, riping the door off its hinges. The police arrived and found the lawyer hopping up and down with rage, complaining bitterly about the damage to his precious car. "You lawyers are so materialistic you make me sick," a police officer commented, shaking his head in disgust.
"You're so worried about your beautiful BMW that you didn't even notice that your left arm was ripped off"
"Oh, no!" said the lawyer, looking down and noticing the bloody stump where his arm had been. "Where's my Rolex?"
(5) A LIITLE ROSE IN YOUR LIFE
A very dear friend, José Luís Garcia from Catamarca < jlg@alumbrera.com.ar> wrote to me this week. It was really moving to hear from José Luís again. I met him quite a long time ago now and together we shared unforgettable moments in a number of FAAPI´s and each of my many visits to Catamarca in the past. He wrote :
"Dear Omar,
First
of all I would like to say thanks a lot for this opportunity to SHARE so
many things with so many people. It's just Great. I am not surprised, since you
have always been creating amazing things in the teaching and in the human
fields. I
am also very proud to become a SHARER and I can not stop thinking that
perhaps we will all meet some day in a course or just for the sake of
knowing each other faces. It would be marvellous, don't you think so
?
Well,
I want to take advantage of this fantastic occasion to greet your wife and all
the colleagues that I have met in Seminars and conferences. I really have
nice memories of most of them.
What
follows is a nice reading I got from a foreign friend. I hope you enjoy it
as much as I did.
A
big hug
JOSE
LUIS
The
first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I
stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my
shoulder. I
turned around to find a wrinkled little old lady beaming up at
me with a smile that lit up her entire being.
She
said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years
old. Can I give you a hug?"
I
laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and
she gave me a giant squeeze.
Why
are you in college at such a young and innocent age?" I asked.
She
jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married,
have a couple of children, and then retire and travel".
"No,
seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her
to be taking on this challenge at her age.
"I
always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting
one!" she told me.
After
class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate
milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months we would leave class together and talk
nonstop.
I
was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared
her wisdom and experience with me.
Over
the course of our 4 years, Rose became a campus icon and easily
made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she
reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other
students.
She
was living it up in every respect. At the end of the semester we
invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. Usually we had a famous
player or known professional as our "feature", but as more or
less of a joke, we decided to invite Rose in to speak to us that evening...
She
was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver
her prepared speech, she dropped her 3 X 5 cards on the floor.
Frustrated
and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and
simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for
Lent and
this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech in order, so
let me just tell you what I know."
As
we laughed she cleared her throat and began: "We
do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we
stop playing!
There
are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success.
You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've
got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.
We have
so many people walking around who are dead and don't know it. There
is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you
are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do
one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty
seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I
will turn eighty eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't
take any
talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding
the opportunity
in change. Have
no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we
did, but
rather for things we did not do. The
only people who fear death are those with regrets!"
She
concluded her speech by courageously singing, "The Rose". She
challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily
lives.
At
the years end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those
years ago.
One
week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over
two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the
wonderful
woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all
you
can possibly be.
Hope
your life has a little Rose in it also...
An old and dear SHARER, Bernardo Banega (h) buck@mail.pccp.com.ar , banega@rec.utn.edu.ar writes to us to dedicate this poem entitled
LESSON to all his fellow students from the INSPT-UTN (in particular, to
three trembling
young ladies who passed ALL their 1st. year final exams with
flying colours
on this December/March call!).
They said "You'll never
make it."
And they thought that they were right.
But I kept on plodding
onward,
Because I hoped I might.
And they shook their heads in wonder,
That I lacked the sense to quit,
But I held my chin up higher,
And I
didn't mind a bit.
They said "You'll never make it."
As the problems
multiplied,
But I had to make an effort,
And to know at least I tried.
So I dug my heels in deeper,
Though sometimes my spirits lagged,
And
I shouldered what was lightest,
And the rest I sort of dragged.
And
I found to my amazement,
At the end of the day,
That what they said I
couldn't,
I had managed anyway.
It took three little words,
"Lord
help me," and I rid
Myself of doubt, and all they said
I'd never
do......I did!
Says Bernieh "I hope you like it. It is a nice poem by an
unknown author I found in the Internet (the poem, not the author! :-)
Did
you know ? Bernardo, or Bernieh (with an aspiration, please) has his own Web
page with resources and links for English Teaching/Learning . We can ,
assure you it is worth visiting at http://bernieh.com.ar .
BRAVO for our local web hero !!
Ms de Lara will address the theoretical principles behind task-based language learning and present a number of case studies related to this particular methodology. She will also offer grading and examination preparation guidance for Trinity ESOL spoken examinations.
The Seminar will take place on Saturday April 8th
from 9.30 AM to 12.00 AM and from 1.00 PM to 3.30 PM at Belgrano Day School Auditorium, Juramento 3035 - Capital Federal.Admission to the seminar is free of charge but enrolment is essential.Please contact: Trinity International Examinations Board Tel: 011- 4798-0983 Fax: 011- 4793- 4803.
"Dear Omar, Marina and
Sharers,
Unfortunately I haven't had the pleasure to meet you, but I have
been
receiving SHARE for three weeks now and I am delighted. You all really
help
us look forward to our week.
I would like to thank Paula Peralta
very much for the tip she sent. I found
a good page that can be of help to
teachers who like to create puzzles and
word searches. It is in http://school.discovery.com inside the
teacher's
part and it's called Puzzlemaker. With it you can create your own
puzzles in
minutes. Check it out, it's worth it!
Thanks again for
everything!
Love,
Jimena del Azar "
Thank you for your tip, Jime and let´s keep on SHARING !
(10) APIBA LANGUAGE SIG
Analia Kandel,APIBA SIGs
Liaison Officer apibasigs@hotmail.com
wrote to us to announce the first meeting of APIBA Language SIG coordinated by Prof. Daniel
Reznik and Prof. Daniel Carballedo . It will take place
at Cultural Inglesa de Buenos Aires, Viamonte 1475, Cap. Fed.
on Saturday, April 29 from
10 am to 1 pm.
Some of the points included in the agenda are
:
1. Introduction of Language SIG
Co-ordinators and members.
2. Presentation of SIG Internal Rules: comments,
additions, etc.
3. Exploration of interests and needs to be taken up in later
sessions
4. Following SIG event
APIBA members and teacher
trainees pay NO FEE. Non-APIBA members: $10 per session. What a great
opportunity to join APIBA ! Why don´t you e-mail apiba99@yahoo.com ?
Those interested
in participating in this first *Language SIG* session
please send an e-mail
message to apibasigs@hotmail.com to
confirm their
attendance.
(11) A SHARER, A POET : WE ARE ALL PROUD OF YOU !
A dear SHARER from Rosario ,María Ester Valdés mev@arnet.com.ar sent us a very encouraging message and most importantly sent us a poem she wrote herself. Congratulations, Maria Ester! We are proud to have you as a SHARER :
"Dear Omar,
Thank you for
SHARE. I've received from 10 on and each time I read it I have a really good
time. I gave you my e-mail in Rosario, when you came to lecture here, and I must
admit it was quite a long time I didn't enjoy a lecture so much, so thanks once
and again and here I send you a contribution, it is a little poem I wrote a
couple of years ago, when classes were starting:
Short legs slowly
glide, shorter arms hold on longer arms.
Parents' hands
hold little hands in theirs.
Long legs plod
their way.
Some rucksacks are
dragged on wheels,
some others are
carried on stooping backs.
Folders are
gracefully carried close to girls' chests
and boys'
flanks.
Cheerful voices,
smiles and footsteps crowd corridors
and
yards.
A building which
has grown in size is gradually populated
by young children,
juniors, teenagers, while adult eyes
survey the
scene.
Back we are,
welcomed we are.
A school year is
ahead: plans, dreams and goals
are at work in
everybody's mind.
Thank you and hope to keep receiving your SHARE
María Ester Valdés
"
(12) FROM LAWRENCE PAROS : NITWITS
Do you remember that in a previous SHARE we recommended Lawrence Paros List "A WORD WITH YOU" . Just as an example of the invaluable kind of material you may find there , we wanted to share with you an article entitled SOPHISTICATED NITWITS that Lawrie published this week
Had enough of witty and sophisticated people ? WIT´s original meaning was "understanding", "sense", "knowledge", or "intellect". People lived by their wits, and had their wits about them. WITTY people were wise or sensible. That good sense was lost, however, when Shakespeare recorded its modern usage , making them simply cleverly amusing. Most witty people today are NITWITS (1922), thanks to nix "nothing", from the German nichts.
This also bears witness to those who think themselves SOPHISTICATED. To the ancient Greeks , sophia was "wisdom".But the sophists used their knowledge of rhetoric not to pursue truth but to win arguments , linking sophistry and sophistication to deception and adulteration. The subtle trickery was forgotten, however, in 1850 , when sophistication became identified with wordliness and urbanity .
Sophomores were originally students whose second year entailed dialectic, sophist-like exercises. The superficiality of the teaching and the callowness of the youth contributed to making them sophomoric (1813) from sophos + moros, "foolish" or "dull" , showing WITS and SOPHISTICATES for the MORONS they are.
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Again this week we would like to end this issue with the words of a dear SHARER, Cristina Druetta from Córdoba jorgeycris@dcc.com.ar ,
"
Hi, everyone, I'm writing from Villa Carlos Paz to say Congratulations!!!!
and to tell you I really loved to find your issue 13 of
SHARE in my mailbox. It was the first time I received your page (thanks
to a dear friend that brought me your mail address, from a course
she attended last month in Córdoba city)......Your
work is undoubtfully fantastic!!
Congratulations
and thanks for sharing with us more than work, that's warmth
and love.....
Here
is my little contribution. Laughter
can be a magnificient aid to learning:
a.. A smile confuses an approaching frown
b.. Sow a smile, and you'll reap a garden of delight.
c.. Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter
d.. A grimace or a grin - how will your day begin?
e.. Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.
f..
It is bad to suppress laughter. It goes back down and spreads to your
hips.
HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK ... FILLED WITH LAUGHTER !
Omar and Marina