Monday, June 11, 2012

Exemptions and guide

Exempts:
Vero
Gabriela Cervantes
Regina Fernandez
Fernando Lira
Daniela Liverant
Iker
Ana otero
Valeria Patricio
Sofia Serrano
Mariana Silveti
Lourdes MarĂ­a
Paola Torres

GUIDE
Figurative language
Elements of poetry
And then there were none
Frederick Douglass
The two brothers
The lesson of the moth
Trip to the edge of survival
The Martian Chronicles

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Mid-term Break


I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride--
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble,'
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year. 
Seamus Heaney