martedì 12 ottobre 2010
lunedì 14 giugno 2010
Progetto P.O.N. “English Forever”
Come è noto il Quadro Strategico Nazionale (QSN) per la politica regionale di sviluppo 2007/2013 ha individuato nel rafforzamento delle politiche per l’istruzione e la formazione uno degli elementi chiave per lo sviluppo del capitale umano e quindi per la crescita economica e sociale del nostro Paese.
Gli interventi PON sono un’occasione di arricchimento per la scuola, un’opportunità di miglioramento delle situazioni di apprendimento degli studenti che, vivendo in ambienti sociali e culturali meno stimolanti, hanno bisogno di una scuola che accolga e faccia crescere le loro curiosità, favorisca lo sviluppo originale delle personalità e delle attitudini, dia strumenti di comprensione e di interazione positiva con la realtà.
All’interno dell’ Obiettivo si colloca l’Azione C.1 “Interventi per lo sviluppo delle competenze chiave” e in particolare l’ intervento “English Forever” un modulo di 50 ore dedicato alla comunicazione in lingua inglese. Il modulo dedicato a 31 alunni delle classi terze si è svolto a partire dal 12 febbraio proseguendo con cadenza settimanale fino al 31 maggio ed ha avuto come docente tutor la sottoscritta Enza Cazzato, come docenti esperte, si sono avvicendate la prof.ssa Maria Rammou e la prof.ssa Luisa Pontillo, tutte selezionati con apposito bando. Nella prima parte la docente Rammou ha tenuto le sue lezioni dalle ore 15.00 alle 18.00 del venerdì; nella seconda fase la docente Pontillo ha tenuto il corso negli stessi orari del lunedì. Due degli incontri come risulta dal calendario in piattaforma si sono svolti di martedì per recuperare i giorni festivi. Durante il percorso alcuni alunni si sono ritirati per inconciliabilità con altri impegni scolastici ed extrascolastici. Gli alunni frequentanti quindi, alla fine del percorso erano 24. Il gruppo di apprendimento è risultato, dal placement test, molto eterogeneo per conoscenze, competenze, interessi ed esperienze di contatto con la lingua e la civiltà inglesi. Pertanto sebbene il corso avesse un obiettivo di consolidamento e potenziamento delle conoscenze, delle competenze e delle abilità in lingua inglese, ha spesso operato vere azioni di recupero delle strutture morfo-sintattiche e comunicative lì dove se ne avvertiva la necessità. Il Tutor ha avuto il compito di collaborare attivamente con i docenti esperti, coadiuvare la procedura di utilizzo dei materiali multimediali con l’ausilio del PC e della lavagna interattiva, di registrare le verifiche svolte durante il corso e di veicolare i risultati nei vari Consigli di Classe al fine di valutare le ricadute didattiche su ogni alunno. Gli spazi utilizzati sono stati un’aula dotata di lavagna interattiva multimediale e gli spazi aperti dell’edificio scolastico per la produzione del prodotto finale.
Le metodologie utilizzate hanno visto l’alternarsi di lezioni frontali a Cooperative Learning
Simulazione/Roleplaying e Peer education(educazione tra pari). Le attività hanno mirato all’acquisizione di competenze-abilità relativamente alle quattro abilità:
Listening-Reading-Speaking-Writing non trascurando il contatto con i parlanti di lingua inglese e
la civiltà britannica. I materiali utilizzati sono stati varii e calibrati sull’età, interessi e competenze medie del gruppo: dialoghi, testi scritti di tipologie differenti, video, materiali autentici, files musicali e materiali strutturati come cloze (testi bucati). Attività di produzione orale e scritta si sono susseguiti settimanalmente.
E' evidente che l'elemento formazione, in ogni situazione di insegnamento-apprendimento diventa preponderante rispetto a quello dell'istruzione, completandolo, senza negarlo. In questo contesto si sono inserite le strategie formative messe a punto delle due docenti coadiuvate dalla docente tutor. Gli alunni, con provenienza da classi diverse, si sono integrati perfettamente mostrando, una capacità di relazionarsi e di cooperare in maniera eccellente con compagni con situazioni di partenza ed interessi diversi, costruendo coscienza di sé, crescendo e affermandosi in contesti diversi anche in una visione europea e producendo un sapere critico, che consenta loro di affrontare positivamente le situazioni problematiche che si presentano e di superare con successo le difficoltà impreviste. Il percorso ha visto la sua conclusione con la preparazione di un prodotto finale e la sua pubblicizzazione: una manifestazione finale, infatti, ha permesso agli alunni di presentare ai genitori una serie di “slides” con piccole drammatizzazioni in lingua in contesti di vita reale, due canti, l’inno europeo e “Every time we meet” , una rielaborazione della canzone di Cascada sulla cui base gli allievi in gruppi hanno riscritto il testo. I due prodotti sono stati consegnati in un cd ad ogni alunno. La consegna l’attestato finale di partecipazione da parte del dirigente scolastico ad ogni alunno ha donato a tutti i ragazzi il momento di gratificazione e soddisfazione che meritavano.
La docente tutor
Triggiano, 31 maggio 2010
mercoledì 26 maggio 2010
Group 1
And so Jim rana way from the house. Della followed her husband. They went to the station. While Jim was getting on the train, Della found a lot of money in a big bag. After some minutes they decided to look inside the bag; it was full of money so, they went back to their house. After some days, they decided to bring the money to the police station. After two hours the owner of the bag arrived and thanked Della and Jim. As compensation the owner gave them a lot of money. They bought a nice home in which they lived happily ever after.
Group 2
“Yes, I love you. I’ll try to find a job”.
Jim, one day met a very rich school friend. His friend helped him to find a good job. He talked with Della and she was very happy. Della opened a clothes shop with Jim’s salary. Jim became a manager and Della became a very important fashion designer. They moved to Washington DC in a very big house. The house was beautiful. There were many rooms, two swimming pools and a beautiful garden. The following Christmas they had a son. They were very happy he was the best Christmas present.
Group 3
Della and Jim didn’t care about Christmas presents because they were happy to have a child. In fact Della was expecting and Jim was very happy, for the child. For this reason he found a job in a newspaper and he spoke to Della and she agreed, but they went to Germany. So they packed their bags and left to Germany. The journey was very beautiful because they met friends that were going to Germany too. In Germany, Jim worked in an icecream factory. Their new friends helped Della to find a good job. She worked in a restaurant. Della and Jim bought a big house and they lived happily ever after with their baby.
mercoledì 5 maggio 2010
Our lyrics
Oh when you are dreaming the world can be yours
And your dream can open the doors
But when you get up and the day's starting just
You do not remember the past
But everytime we meet I get this feeling
And everytime we hug I swear I can trust
Can't you feel my soul loves you
I want this to last
Need you my old friends
Cause everytime we meet I feel this magic
And everytime we hug I feel so secure
Can't you hear my voice, call you
I can't let you go
Need you in my life
I still hear your voice giving me advice
I still think last summer with you
Forgive me my distance, I didn't mean to go
Without you it's hard to survive
Cause when the things are hard and you are tired
You know you can have all my support
I'll be here by your side
I will not let you fall
That's what friends are for
Cause everytime I see you I'm very happy
And everytime we meet you know I feel free
You're a special friend, aren’t you?
I can count on you
Need you by my side
Our character
Group 1
Kate Franklin was born in London. She lives in a flat with her University friends. She studies and wants to be a doctor. She works as shop-assistant to pay for her studies. In her free time she goes to the pool. She is very good at swimming. Last month she won a swim competition. She is the best swimmer of the city.
Group 2
John was born in California U.S.A.. He lives with his wife in Beverly Hills. They have a big house by the lake. John likes swimming and football. He’s 14. When he was very young he couldn’t read.
Group 3
Michelle Ryan was born in Orlando, USA. She lives with her boyfriend in New York. They have a big house with a swimming pool. She’s 20.
Michelle goes to University. She has a fantastic voice. Michelle could sing very well when she was a little girl. She prefers rock and pop music. Last week she sang in a concert in Chicago and last month she went to Miami for interviews.
Group 3
Albert Einstein was born in Germany. He lives with his family. Until the age of 8 he didn’t speak. For his family the surprise was when at the age of 22 he invented the relativity studies and he continued it. In 1938 he went to the U.S.A.
THE GIFT OF THE MAGI
by O. Henry
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents.
And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Della," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
But if I’m seeing my dreams, and you aren’t there
’cause it’s over
that just won’t be fair
darling,
rather be a poor woman living on the street,
no food to eat,
cause I don't want no body if I have to cry.
cause it's over
when you said goodbye!
all at once...
I had it all
but
it doesn’t mean anything
now that you’re gone
from above seems I had it all
but it doesn’t mean anything
since you’re gone
now I see myself through different eyes,
it's no surprise!
being alone will make you realize
when it's over!
all in love is fair I shoulda been there, I shoulda been there, I shoulda shoulda.
all at once...
I had it all
but
it doesn’t mean anything
now that you’re gone
from above seems i had it all
but it doesn’t mean anything
since you’re gone
I know I pushed you away
What can I do that would save our love
Take these material things
They don’t mean nothing
Its you that I want
All at once...
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone
From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone
All at once...
I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Now that you’re gone
From above,
Seems I had it all
But it doesn’t mean anything
Since you’re gone
