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SCHOOL EVENTS

Mythical Creatures and Fabulous Beasts Poems

By Third Grade

Last March, we celebrated Saint Patrick’s Day and explored human beings throughout history. For that reason, in our third-grade English class, students learned a lot about mythological creatures and fabulous beasts which inspired their poetry assignment for the class. Reading and writing poetry is ideal to stimulate students’ memory, acquire vocabulary, and recall through rhythm and rhyme. So, this collection of 5 poems includes retellings of Greek mythology and descriptive words to create mental images as well as to evoke the sights, sounds, and sensations that those beings make us feel.

Check out their poems below and let us immerse ourselves in students' exploration of these creatures and beasts.

Pandora The Queen by Luciana Tamayo

The Gray Sisters by Manuela Martin

The Softest Horse by Emma Lombana

Big Cerberus and Zeus by Gabriela Verdugo

Dangerous Like Medusa And Uriel by Flavia Ferrer

EVENTS HIGHLIGHTS

The instruction to write these poems was:

Write a poem answering:

How do words make you feel?

How are words involved in your life?

How do you use your words to express yourself?

by mariana huertas

by VALENTINA ARCINIEGAS

by DANNA ISABELLA

by SAMANTHA MOLANO

by helena trujillo

by LUCÍA PEREZ

Amour À La

C’est Quoi l’Amour ?

Quelques étudiants ont fait une petite description de comment elles définirent l’amour, voici les petits textes

L’amour

L’amour c’est comme l’air

Libre comme le vent

Essentiel pour vivre

La chaleur d’un courant chaud

La brise par une matinée ensoleillée

L’amour c’est comme l’air

S’enfile et s’en va facilement

L’amour détruisait avec une tornade plus fort

Part dans le silence de la nuit

Et laisse l’âme nue

L’amour est l’automne

L’amour est le sourire d’un enfant

L’amour est la vie après les étoiles

L’amour est l’harmonie d’une chanson

L’amour est la renaissance.

La beauté de la vie

La joie de tu regarde

La voix de la raison

De la tristesse le jour se lever

L’été de la colère

La liberté

Tout est juste en l’amour.

L’affection d’une caresse

Les mots de l’âme

La forme de tes yeux

La sensation de sentir papillons

La manière de ton ombre.

Nous sentons l’amour de différentes façons

L’amour dans la douceur

L’amour en obscurité

L’amour en rupture

L’amour en la lumière.

Mais ça suffit uniquement un mot

« Je t’aime »

L’Amour

Pour moi l’amour c’est un sentiment qui a beaucoup des possibilités. C’est un sentiment avec des rêves, des idées, des cadeaux, de câlins, des blagues. L’amour ressemble des nombreuses émotions comme la joie, l’admiration, le respect, l’empathie, la patience, la tolérance et nous fait devenir des meilleures personnes.

– Valeria HIGUera 5.2

L’amour

À la poursuite du bonheur, celle qui est attachée à la tristesse, tristesse attachée à comment je t’appelle. Je me demande « si tu pars vais-je continuer à exister ? » parce que je sens mon existence dépend de toi. Ton bonheur fait le mien, ton chagrin m’atteint des soucis entre nous aux cœurs censés être. Je ne peux pas comprendre l’amour. Je sens que nous sommes liés ensemble. Peut-être ce sentiment de chaleur c’est ce que signifie amour.

-Sofia Espinosa – 7.1

Conception de L’amour à la Française

J’ai très vivant la mémoire de ma professeure de français à l’université en disant « si vous voulez apprendre le français parce que c’est la langue de l’amour, la porte est ouverte » j’étais trop ignorante à l’époque pour comprendre ce qu’elle voulait dire. Un bon prof de français va toujours lutter contre l’idée du français la langue la plus amoureuse, Paris une ville romantique, français est Paris. Ces stéréotypes réduisent la conception de l’amour à quelque chose de très banale telle quelle une structure locale ou une personne qui parle certaine langue. Bien sûr, il y a une conception française de l’amour, un amant pour la maison et un autre pour la passion, non ? Liberté, égalité et fraternité, non ? J’affirme avec certitude, n’importe

pas les conceptions stéréotypées de la langue, que le français est une langue critique. Je m’explique, elle a une culture qui critique les opinions, les actions, les philosophies, les discours, les idées. C’est une culture écœurante de la soumission, du contrôle, de la docilité. Connaître la langue française m’a fait questionner la manière dans la que j’ai grandie. Une enfance pleine de disciplines et habitudes pour accomplir être l’exemple des autres auteur de moi, grâce à cela, aujourd’hui je vis dans un profond paradoxe. D’un lieu, la claire nécessitée d’obéir les règles qui sont gravées chez moi ; d’un autre, faire attention à ce que l’amour à la francophonie m’a amené, commencer à me plaindre, à discuter, à parler et à confronter. Je me suis tombée amoureuse du français. Cependant, je n’ai rien appris sur la rébellion de la culture francophone.

Bref, je crois à l’amour comme le profond respect et tolérance vers les autres, prendre soin des autres comme de soi-même. C’est à cause de cela qu’il faut suivre quelques règles et normes générales. Au contraire, l’amour est aussi la façon la plus pure et forte pour nous protéger, pour défendre notre cœur et âme des forces qui cherchent à casser notre essence et désirs.

-Maria Camila Velasco – Professeure d’Anglais et Français

Haiku 俳句

Le haïku est né au Japon dans le courant du XVIIe siècle. Ce serait le maître japonais Bashō Matsuo qui en serait le père. Le mot même de haïku a été imaginé au XIXe siècle à partir de la contraction de deux autres mots japonais : haïkaï (amusement) et hokku (désignant la première strophe de 5/7/5 mores d’un renga – autre genre de la poésie japonaise).

Le haïku est un poème bref en trois lignes et 17 syllabes, visant à traduire une sensation vis-à-vis d’un événement naturel ou d’une saison, par exemple. Dès lors, il ne décrit pas une scène mais évoque simplement un sentiment particulier face à la scène qui se déroule sous les yeux de son auteur (Librinova, 2022).

Bibliographie : Librinova. (09/13/2022). Librinova. obtenu à partir de https://www.librinova.com/blog/pourquoi-et-comment-ecrire-un-haiku/#qu -est-ce-qu-un-ha-ku-

Étant donné que le grand sujet de notre revue est « L’amour » quelques élèves ont créé un haïku pour exprimer ce qu’elles ressentent à l’heure de penser à l’amour. L’inspiration de ces poèmes était les 5 langages de l’amour.

Je pense toujours

Qui est toi, c’est ton amour ?

Tu es le français

-Valeria HIGUera 5.2

L’amour est sincère

Et une chose de cœur

Quand prend soin vraiment

-Camila Amin – 5.1

L’amour très sincère

Le sentiment qui fleurisse

L’inspiration

-Maria Camila Gari – 5.1

Toi, ma compagnie

La marche de la tendresse

Jusqu'à notre mort

-Juanita Martin – 5.2

Tu es ma chère guide

Nous nous promenons seuls deux

Mes blessés guéris

-Ivanna Amin – 5.2

Toi et moi ensemble

Quand promenons-toi et moi

Les fleurs en printemps

-Ivanka Sivirich – 5.1

Toi et moi cher chat

Chat, joli comme les fleurs

Mon amour, le chat

-Luna Sánchez – 5.1

Ma guide tu es

Quand on se promène ensemble

Tu es le meilleur

-Gabriela Henao – 5.2

En amant marchant

Je donne profond amour

Je t’aime toujours

-Ana Sofia Santos 5.2

L’amour est très cher

Un sentiment que te crée

La sécurité

-Daniela Escobar – 5.1

Ma maison, tu es

La terre bien aimée

Je prends soin de toi

-Isabela Verdugo -5.2

L'amour est trouvé

Tout le temps, jusqu'à la mort

Aimez-le toujours

-Maria José Ortiz – 5.2

La Francophonie

La magique d’apprendre une langue étrangère ne vient seulement avec l’exercice physiologique de comprendre un nouveau code linguistique pour se communiquer, mais avec la richesse culturelle de connaître des autres pensés. Nous percevons la cosmovision originaire de la langue, enrichissant celle de nous-mêmes. Bienvenus à la francophonie !

La Francophonie, ce sont tout d’abord des femmes et des hommes qui partagent une langue commune, le français. Le dernier rapport en date de l’Observatoire de la langue française, publié en 2018, estime leur nombre à 321 millions de locuteurs, répartis sur les cinq continents.

C'est ensuite un dispositif institutionnel voué à promouvoir le français et à mettre en œuvre une coopération politique, éducative, économique et culturelle au sein des 88 Etats et gouvernements de l'Organisation internationale de la Francophonie (OIF) (Organisation internationale de la Francophonie, 2024).

Les filles de 6éme grade ont réfléchi vers la francophonie et ont créé un collage en représentant cela. Les collages contiennent différents dispositifs francophones tels que personnes, lieux, nourritures, entre autres.

Bibliographie

Organisation internationale de la Francophonie. (2024). l'Organisation internationale de la Francophonie (OIF).

Retrieved on 05th 2024, https://www.francophonie.org/la-francophonie-en-bref-754

Isabella Pardo Pulido et Natalia Ibeth García – 6.2

Nina del Mar Arias et Juliana Santiago – 6.2

CREATIVE WRITING

The Grey Pumpkin

In a quaint, remote place, near the Paramo of Sumapaz, on a night filled with electricity and thunderstorms, nestled amidst an ocean of cold and wet hues, a young couple who lived a simple life, Luna and Nick, found themselves surprised with a peculiar gift that appeared one night in the middle of their bedroom – a grey and small pumpkin with a note that read: “nurture me every two hours for 6 months, and you will be mysteriously blessed”. Luna and Nick decided to take a leap of faith and accepted these conditions, their life would now revolve around the little squash. This ashen pumpkin, unlike any other thing in the world, would turn out to symbolize years after this spooky event their commitment, but little did they know about the eerie transformation it would bring along to their love.

As Luna and Nick nurtured the pumpkin with tender milky lavender water baths, and freshly cut peppermint leaves oil rubs, to avoid the cracking of its dusty delicate skin and the putrefaction of its fibers, they witnessed its incredibly slow transition from grey to yellow through the first weeks. The initial excitement and anticipation of impending the care of this pale fruit in exchange of a blessing filled their hearts with purpose, much like the tender sprouting of a seed. However, as their strict pumpkin grew, so did the strain on their relationship. Sleepless nights, endless demand of attending, and the overwhelming responsibility of avoiding the death of their fragile pumpkin began to take a toll. Shadows of doubt and fear creeped into their once blissful and banal existence, akin to the foreboding darkness of a horror tale. Luna and Nick felt the pressure of the world above their shoulders, the time they had available to care for each other while balancing their day job, keeping the house in order, cooking three meals per day, and caring their now somewhat bigger and yellower pumpkin, was almost inexistent.

But just as the pumpkin increased its size and gained a brighter, stronger and charmer orange skin through the months, Luna and Nick regained pieces of peace. Through the challenges they faced, they discovered a newfound strength within themselves and each other. Their pumpkin, once a source of dread, became a symbol of resilience and unwavering love, transforming their relationship in ways they never imagined. They were now sharing a mature love, based on friendship, complicity, and teamwork.

As the harvest moon rises, casting a soft glow over the paramo, after 6 months of devotion, Luna and Nick stand hand in hand, gazing at their glowing orange pumpkin with a mix of nostalgia and pride. Despite the trials they endured, their love has blossomed into something deeper and more profound, much like the beauty that emerges from the darkness after a prolonged rain. In the end, as the leaves rustle above ground and the wind whispers through the frailejones, Luna and Nick realize that love, like a pumpkin, may change shape and form, but its essence remains constant - a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of challenges, and shortness of time. That was their blessing.

-TABATA BARBOSA

The ELEPHANT GIRL

Two years ago, the father of one of my closest friends passed away. And I, feeling totally useless and helpless for not being able to help her feel better, could only transform that feeling into this short story.

Perhaps my orality was limited and my hugs were worthless, but the words put on paper were my greatest display of affection for her. My reminder that wherever she went, her father would be watching over her and I, at her side, accompanying her as well. Here it is “The Elephant Girl”:

To Yelcy, the only elephant girl I know

From Luciana, the shark girl

"No animal honors and buries its departed"-that's what the elephant girl was told the day her father died. Of course, we are talking about a person who knew nothing about her group. A new explorer coming to investigate the behaviors of semi-elephants. Kokkili had no time to waste with this half-neuron man. She was too sad and decided to take a walk.

There where the sun caresses the meadow

The embrace becomes certain

And the green shelters your soul

There where I go when you don't see me

Your words reach me

Because we are united

United forever

This was sung every night by the father of Kokkili, the elephant girl. A gentleman with a heart like a breeze and eyes like a kaleidoscopic diamond. Their cuddles at sunset felt like infinity, and their laughter could be heard far away, so much so that mommy elephant with her rhythmic walk would come to tell them not to make so much noise. All this she remembered, knowing that now that laughter could only be heard as a memory. "Dad was so much in life and will still be so much in death."- Kokkili said to herself. She was so angry as she felt judged by a human who knew nothing about her. Of course she was going to honor her father now as much as she did while he was alive. And what she was going to do was not to prove anything to that explorer, but to keep the memory of her father alive. It is said that elephants, when it is time for them to depart, they walk to a place: the elephant cemetery. There are the souls of all those who were once alive. Kokkili was saddened by this cemetery for one reason, she knew that the souls of many elephants were not at peace. So many bodies gone because of violent acts, because of the unconsciousness of beings who think they are superior. She had to save those souls and also free her father's soul.

She would build a bridge, a passageway to the place where each elephant most enjoyed being. So, she went to collect lots of rocks, sand and water. All together she would build the perfect bridge, but how would she open the portal to the dream place? She could only come up with one idea, although it was a bit far-fetched. Near the semi-elephant villages, legend has it that on the twenty-first of every month you can go to the oldest tree and make a wish on behalf of its soul. However, Kokkili knew that was just hearsay, how could an old tree grant a wish to an elephant girl like her. Although, another part of her told her to take a chance, that she would lose nothing, except a three-day trek.

She decided to do it and set out on her journey. They were long days, waves of suffocating heat came and at some point she thought about giving up, but she made it. She was very skeptical about it, but she had to try for her father and for the souls of the other elephants.

The soul of my beings is lost

The compass leads to no road

Where are they?

Where are they?

I have built a bridge

A stairway to heaven

In the tree by the stream

There is a songbird singing: Sometimes all our thoughts are doubts. And it is said in whispers that soon, if we all say the melody, then the elephant will lead us to reason. And a new day will be born for those who endure, and the meadow will echo back with laughter.

As she recited these words, the sky lit up in a thousand colored lights and she watched as each one of them moved away to a place. Towards his bridge of stones and sand. She had succeeded! She had freed the souls and now the cemetery would no longer be a sad place, full of sorrow. She only had one doubt left, where had her father gone?

After a long journey back, Kokkili arrived at dusk and leaned against a tree. She closed her eyes and thought back to the memory of her father laughing with her, when suddenly she made out his light, the light he had released. In those few seconds her dad spoke to her from the other side and said, "My dusky elephant, here I am, this is the place I choose for my infinity, your laughter is my safe place, my present and my future."

-Luciana Ortiz

Eulogy to love

Words of affirmation

My safe place

I feel at peace when I’m with you’

You make me feel loved

Forever and always

Leading on words that took me to the highest cloud.

Physical Touch

Rushed hugs, Longing cheek kisses And holding hands

All without anyone noticing Was it ever going to be different?

Quality time

Texting every night

‘Till you fell asleep

Dream-talking about going on dates With ever repeating somedays

Never-accomplished first times.

Acts of service

Picking you up at your front door And dancing to love songs Cooking my favorite meal together Then watching your comfort series Will I always wonder?

Receiving Gifts

Paper flowers

And handwritten letters, Green hair rubbers on my wrist

Knitted daisies whispering forever

Crumbs of a love that was never meant to be.

-camila suárez

Tears of love

I wanna know

What is love?

I always give it, But never receive it.

Why in love we have to give it all?

Why in love we have to cry a lot?

Why in love we have to put up a Wall?

Why does love have to be a plot?

Why don't you tell me things in the face?

Why don’t you tell me you are fake?

Why don´t you tell me that you used me And throw me out of this space.

Did you always love me?

Or was I your fantasy story?

Did I give you all,

For you to trash it all?

And now you break my heart

But then with the time, I’ll be the only one Who loves how I really am.

Celeste Osejo 7-2

Till Dawn

I’ll stand beside you till the break of dawn, I'll hold you close when sadness is drawn. In empty spaces, I'll bring warm embrace, so your darkness falls into the right place.

I'll be the shadow by your side, And when you’re in gloom, I’ll be your guide. Through arguments and moments of dismay, Till dawn, I'll linger, if you let me stay.

Whenever you’re in a hurry, I’ll stop the time for you to not worry, and whenever sadness drowns you, I’ll hold your hand and stay beside you.

Even if my world falls apart, I'll brave the risk to mend each part. For you I'd rather rebuild from ashes anew, than watch our love fade, lost in the blue.

And even if I become selfless, for love I would much rather take my chances, For what is life with no love? If passion is what fills the void.

For all the reasons I love you, I'm trembling. Within this solitary world, alone you'll have to grapple, But knowing someone is on your side, waiting, It's worth living, amongst this life's raffle.

Anonymous

Participants

The Starflower

Once there was a starflower, it was like a sunflower, but it was different, something in it was strange, just not normal. All the sunflowers hated the starflower, it looked like a moon with pointed petals that made them look like a star. Even if the starflower, whose nickname is Stila, knew that they hated its appearance, it was very scared of being lonely. In the sky zone of that lovely sunflower garden there was this little star, who was really nice, and liked to make constellations, mostly the Orion and the Capricorn ones. This star would always watch the starflower because it was the only one that was awake at night. Stila in those times would look at it too, amazed by the star’s brightness, and because it made her favorite constellation, Capricorn.

Because of the starflower's uniqueness, many animals were attracted to it, so one rainy day an evil human kidnapped Stila and captured it in a flowerpot. The now lonely starflower was very scared of its new environment, it was near a window where you could see the sunflowers’ garden and the special star. In those moments the only thing Stila had was the star and a respective space to stay. While Stila was scared that the star had lost all contact with it, the little star didn’t know where Stila was, so it was very worried. On the other hand, Stila was very, very sad, each day and each night Stila was getting tired of the loneliness, it was getting sick of looking to the stars and not being part of them, it wanted to be one so badly that it was going crazy. Stila also saw birds in the sky and it saw their wings and how the wind helped them to fly. It had an idea, a wonderful awful idea. The starflower was planning to let the wind take it to the stars. Stila wanted to be with the star, the one made for it. The starflower thought the star was just extremely perfect, the star’s brightness made Stila think of it all day, -well the star was a white one so it shined in a certain way that the starflower couldn’t forget-.

The day arrived: that day Stila was going to complete its plan. The window was open, and outside it was very windy. The starflower will not be alone anymore. In the perfect moment Stila pulled itself out the pot and jumped to the wind.

Stila managed to push itself with the wind, but it didn’t have the power over its course and where it was going, so Stila deviated, preventing it from meeting with the star again. But that’s what the evil human friend believed. The truth was that the last thing any living being knew about was that Stila had become a star.

Now Stila, in its new star form, was looking for that star that it always saw. It was caught by surprise that that little star was a sun in its unique solar system, enjoying being a normal star or maybe more than that, riding comets, playing meteor-ball and as always making constellations, being the shiniest one for Stila. After they met, they decided to be together like one forever and ever.

Mariana Beltrán – 8.1

ACADEMIC WRITING

Teacher’s

L.O.V.E

This acronym reminds me of the main musical theme of the famous movie The Parent Trap, a film my daughter loved to watch. L.O.V.E is a song written by Bert Kaempfert and Milt Gabler, recorded by Nat King Cole for his 1965 studio album L-O-V-E. Even though each one of the acronym’s letters stands for a fixed line in the song, it also makes me wonder how the non-hyphenated four-letter word can encapsulate such a complex and strong concept: LOVE.

L is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see V is very, very extraordinary E is even more than anyone that you adore can…

This is how Nat King Cole might have serenaded thousands of fans throughout the years -including me- without even realizing the grandness this one-syllable word implies. Where does its greatness lie? Probably, in the fact that many feelings, reactions and/or emotions are brought to life when experiencing it. Here is my own version of the same acronym used by the writers of the aforementioned song: L.O.V.E

L is for levity, longing, loyalty, luminosity. The light-heartedness and cheerfulness shared when someone is in love; that powerful feeling of wanting and desiring that special someone, a friend, a daughter or son, a soulmate, to be by your side. The strong sense of devotion and selflessness that makes you think you can do anything for the other person regardless of your own needs, a sense of brightness and gentle warmth that fills your heart when you make the ones you love happy.

O is for oath, openness, oneness, ogle. A lifetime commitment that is made intentionally, or naturally, and innately when being a Mom or Dad; an abiding value of trust, honesty, and even vulnerability in building up solid relationships, a feeling that two people have become one in understanding and in harmony leading to look at that someone with admiration - with love - that is often quite evident up to the extent that makes you feel embarrassed. V is for verdant, vibrant, vigilant, versatile. A relationship founded on loving bonds is always growing and thriving regardless of the difficulties; relationships full of energy, color and spark that makes the time spent together full of joy and comfort. In love, there is a constant care for other’s needs and heart’s desires; furthermore, the ability to love in various ways is also refined to adapt to the moment and the needs of the ones we love.

E is for empathy, empowerment, evolution, experience. “ To enjoy and suffer together”: Love brings the motivation and willingness to multiply the joy and to share the pain so it is less burdensome for the loved ones. Love empowers our souls, our minds and heals our hearts. With love there is no room for stagnation, but rather for growth, progression, and transformation, into what? Into better human beings.

LOVE ENGINEERING

In all its forms: hyphenated, non-hyphenated or one-syllable, LOVE is one of the most well-known short words in the world. But for such a short one, it encapsulates the most sublime feelings and the lowest of all-low. However joyous or crushing, long-lasting or fleeting, or any (and all) emotions in between it can provoke, opening the door to L-O-V-E will leave you forever changed.sublime feelings and the lowest of all-low. However joyous or crushing, long-lasting or fleeting, or any (and all) emotions in between it can provoke, opening the door to L-O-V-E will leave you forever changed.

-Diana Camargo

The Biochemistry of Love

People always talk about the kind of love that involves only emotions, but actually love has a chemistry behind, or better to say, a biochemical process. According to Gilda Flores, Ph.D. of the UNAM (2014); there are several substances that take action in the falling in love phase. She said that love enters through the nose, touches the brain and produces different substances and hormones that rampage the senses. First, pheromones are volatile substances. They are produced or secreted by living things. They are also able to modify the behavior of the individual who perceives them, triggering a response. Another substance that has the function to activate the dopamine, noradrenaline and serotonin neurotransmitters is Phenethylamine; so, the

person suffers alterations of vision, loss of attention and with time, love becomes more intense. Then, oxytocin plays an important role in the last phase as it induces a feeling of connection and bonding with other people. In summary, the pheromones produce attraction through the smell, which activates the phenethylamine that has a reaction to increase the levels of dopamine, noradrenaline, and serotonin. These produce increased respiration, increased heart rate, and nervousness. Finally, the oxytocin in the brain causes trust, attachment, and loyalty. In conclusion, love and the process of falling in love is a biological reaction produced by different substances in our body.

Bibliography

El amor: hay (bio) química entre nosotros. (2013). Revista de Química PUCP , 29-32. Flores, G. (s.f.). La Química del amor. UNAMirada a la ciencia .

-Lina Velasco

Responding to

1984- 11th

1984, a dystopian piece written by the English author George Orwell, portrays a totalitarian regime that controls citizens who live in a state of fear and poverty. The Party, as they are called, keeps its citizens under constant surveillance, monitoring their thoughts, actions, feelings , and arresting and "vaporizing" individuals if they show signs of nonconformity. After reading this book, the students worked on a project whose objective was to show their understanding and perspectives around the themes this book deals with: fear, control, hope, human bonds, among others. Students had to create a vinyl record including names for 10 songs ( all related to the content of the book), and then choose one of them to either write its lyrics, a poem or a formal essay.

-George Orwell

STILL ALIVE?

Alive, but with freedom imprisoned. Your words, a false truth of deceit imposed. You are longing for power to be exposed on a shelf, While waiting for me to lose as others myself.

Alive, but with memory erased. Hidden identify, in shadows placed Threatening to shatter your great sophism Light will come and expose your Nazism.

Alive, but with love extinguished, The beautiful mate who once instructed What it meant to truly live, to truly be. Now is gone, es much as me.

Alive, but feeling like a walking dead. I am now another pawn in your game Every human faculty has been lost. Are you happy now regardless of the cost?

-MaRÍA Paula Lugo - Isabel Gonzalez

to Literature

Grade

To Become Another Puppet

Room 101, endless torment stings

Winston contorts, his min don the abyss

Big Brother watches, with eyes that see all Demanding compliance to make his spirit fall

The battle within, a war without rest, His humanity fights, against the cruel test Rats and the pain, weapons double-edged

Breaking his will, until his spirit bends Chorus:

To become another puppet, a soulless pawn Lose his own essence to survive in the dark

Big Brother victorious, his mind no longer his own

Just obedience remains, in the cold, dark unknown.

Memories blur, truths turn to lies

Winston gives up, with empty eyes

Big Brother’s image, his only guide Humanity forgotten, nowhere to hide Chorus reprise

The empty look shows that nothing remains

A man turned machine, deprived of all his dreams

Winston is gone, he’s just a slavish, serville shade

Another wheel revolving, in a story badly made Chorus reprise

In room 101, Big Brother takes his prize

Winston becomes another puppet of the night

His humanity lost in the night of control

A frightful reminder, of the price of a soul.

-marietta gómez - maría alejandra abril

The Handmaid’s Tale- 10th Grade

For this exercise, students had the possibility to freely choose a creative product, such a magazine, painting, drawing, etc to express the connection between Chimamanda’s TedTalk, the danger of a single story and what they have read in the book The Handmaid's tale.

Sofia Bernal - 10.1 created some images to depict the same situation from two different points of views.

The outsiders-8th grade

Based on the young adult fiction The Outsiders, 8th grade students have designed a book jacket that includes a personalized cover with her own title from their perspective, a summary and two reviews collected by their distinguished classmates.

PodcastING MY HEART

The Melody of Love: The moon-landing phase

By Isabella Posada and Juanita Hurtado

Podcast

Love Languages

By Sophie Escobar and Sara Luna Martín

Love Through Letters

Writing and music, a true language of love.

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By María camila fajardo and marietta gómez

María paula lugo

GIVING/ REC EIVING GIFTS:

PHYSIC AL TOUC H:

QUALITY TIME:

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION:

AC TS OF SERVIC E:

Ma rk “Yes ” a s the a ns wer if you do like/ wa nt to rec eive or give tha t c erta in thing to demos tra te love, if the oppos ite ma rk “No” At the end, c ount how ma ny “Yes ” you ha ve on ea c h s ec tion, the one with the mos t will c orres pond to your la ngua ge of love

It mea ns a lot to me when people remember spec ia l oc c a sions with thoughtful gifts

I feel loved when I rec eive thoughtful gifts

I a pprec ia te surprises with sma ll tokens of a ffec tion

I enjoy giving a nd rec eiving symbolic gifts, like ma tc hing jewerly or ma tc hing c lothes

When people put effort into c hoosing a gift for me, it ma kes me feel loved

Visible symbols of love ( gifts) a re very importa nt to me

Severa l inexpensive gifts mea n more to me tha n one la rge expensive gift.

I love when people ta ke the time to ma ke me a ha nd- ma de gift

I ta ke the time to think wha t to gift someone, a nd in c onsequenc e to buy it or ma ke it

I like the wa y I feel when I rec eive gifts or when I see the rea c tion of the others when rec eiving the gifts I ga ve them

Yes No

I a pprec ia te it when people tell me how muc h they love a nd a pprec ia te me.

Hea ring “I love you” from my loved ones mea ns a lot to me

It ma kes me feel good when my loved ones tha nk me for doing something for them

I like it when my loved ones enc oura ge me a nd believe in me

When people give me positive feedba c k, it ma kes me feel va lued

Words of a c c epta nc e a re importa nt to me

I va lue the pra ise a nd try to a void others c ritic ism

C ompliments a nd c ritic isms both deeply a ffec t me

I feel loved when someone sa ys kind a nd sinc ere words to me

I ma ke a n effort to remember a nd c herish the c ompliments a nd positive words I rec eive

Yes No

I feel more c onnec ted to my loved ones when we spend uninterrupted time together.

I a pprec ia te it when my loved ones put a side distra c tions a nd a c tively enga ge with me

Going on trips or exploring new pla c es with my loved ones is importa nt to me

I va lue ha ving deep a nd mea ningful c onversa tions with the people tha t I love

I enjoy enga ging in fun a nd pla yful a c tivities with the people tha t I love, like pla ying boa rd ga mes or going on a dventures together

Outings a nd da tes, no ma tter how simple, a re very importa nt to me

I like it when the people I c a re a bout ma ke a n effort to spend time with me

I feel neglec ted when someone is physic a lly present but menta lly a bsent

I feel loved when someone dedic a tes time exc lusively to be with me

I deeply enjoy long a nd mea ningful c onversa tions

Physic a l touc h, like holding ha nds or hugging, is a n importa nt wa y for me to feel c onnec ted to the ones I love the most

Holding ha nds, c uddling, or being c lose to my loved ones ma ke me feel sec ure

I a pprec ia te it when my loved ones touc h me a ffec tiona tely throughout the da y

When my loved ones initia tes physic a l intima c y, it ma kes me feel desired a nd loved

I feel loved when someone hugs me or touc hes me a ffec tiona tely

Frequent physic a l touc h is c ruc ia l for my emotiona l well- being

I feel neglec ted when there is a la c k of physic a l touc h in my rela tionship.

I a pprec ia te when they ma ke the effort to touc h me even in public to demostra te love

It is very spec ia l when they a re not only a ffec tive in priva te but a lso in public ( with friends, fa mily a nd others)

I ma ke a n effort to remember a nd c herish the c ompliments a nd positive words I rec eive

A C T S O F S E R V I C E :

I feel most loved when my loved ones help me with ta sks or c hores without me ha ving to a sk

It mea ns a lot to me when my loved ones ta ke c a re of pra c tic a l things for me, like running erra nds

Sma ll gestures like ma king me c offee or pa c king my lunc h for the da y ma kes me feel loved

It ma kes me feel supported when they’re willing to help with diffic ult ta sks

I a pprec ia te it when my loved ones ma ke life ea sier for me by ta king on extra responsa bilities

I enjoy helping the others, a s a wa y of ma king them feel rela xed a nd loved

I feel neglec ted when people don't offer to help me with importa nt things.

Ac tions spea k louder tha n words to me

I feel loved when someone does something for me tha t I know they don't like to do

An a c t of servic e ma kes me feel c loser to the other person

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riddles

I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?

What did the paper clip say to the magnet?

I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?

What has 13 hearts, but no other organs?

What occurs once in a minute, twice in a moment and never in one thousand years?

It connects two people, yet it touches only one. What is it?

The first edition of Linguaphile is launched thanks to:

Idea Creators: Ángela Rodríguez- María Camila Suárez..............................María Camila Velasco

Magazine Layout concept: María Camila Suárez

Magazine Design: Daniela Velandia

Magazine Publishing Team : Communications Department

Chief Editor (s) : Ángela Rodríguez- María Camila Suárez

Supporting Editors: Foreign Languages Department Staff ..........................................Gabriela González 9.2

Central Illustration Designer: Melissa Camacho 9.1

Coordinator: Diana Marcela Camargo

Linguaphile Language of love