Saturday, 29 October 2016

Turgalium Student class decorating contest: video

which one is the scariest classroom???
First, second, and third place awards were determined by a group of contest judges (teachers in the bilingual section). Award guidelines had been previously established by the English Department of IES Turgalium.

and the winner is... First Place prize in the Scariest class ... 2ºB

Second Place prize...

    third place prize...

    Tuesday, 25 October 2016

    Keep calm poster design by ESO3 class

    Posters are ready to be sent and shown in our partner school, IESO Galisteo.
    The posters are absolutely terrifying so... first Halloween goal achieved! Yay!
    Good job!!! 

    Preparations for Halloween 1ESO

    Everything's ready... spooky lollipops are ready to be sent to our partner school, IESO Galisteo. We really hope you like them!!!
    Get in the Halloween spirit!!!

    Good job, ESO1 bilingual class! ♡♡♡

    Monday, 24 October 2016

    English Phrasal Verbs about Socializing: English Vocabulary Lesson

     Phrasal verbs for socialising in English.

    Phrasal verbs! Your favourite, yes? Hmmm… many students complain about having to study phrasal verbs. There are sooo many! And it can be very confusing and overwhelming. But the truth is if you really want to be a fluent English speaker and understand native speakers, you will have to make phrasal verbs your friend. Why? Phrasal verbs are very common in conversational English. 
     Today I’m going to teach you some very useful phrases you can use in social situations using the word…….


    #1) HANG OUT
    When we “hang out” with someone we spend time socially with him/her. This phrasal verb has become very common in everyday English speaking. It’s informal for “spend time” with someone.
    Let's hang out
     “I’m going to hang out with my friends at the beach this weekend”
    “Tom and Sarah have been hanging out for quite a while”
    “Would you like to hang out with me this Saturday night?”
     Hanging_Around#2) HANG AROUND
    If we “hang around” it means that we spend time in a place waiting or doing nothing in particular.
    You can hang around a person or a place.
    “I’ve been hanging around the city all day waiting to buy tickets!”
    “Jack keeps hanging around me all the time. I don’t like it”
    “You shouldn’t hang around here. It’s dangerous!”
    I’m really hanging out for a holiday! Are you? When we “hang out for something” it means that we really want it. Usually something we have not had for a long time.
    “I’m hanging out for a pizza right now!”
    “I’ve been hanging out for a holiday all year!”
    “Sarah was really hanging out to see Toby at the party”
    We can also say this without the “out”.
    “I’m hanging for a pizza right now”. This way of speaking is quite common in the US English.
    #4) HANG IN (THERE)
    The phrase “hang in” means to be patient and continue when something is difficult or challenging. We often say this as a way of encouraging someone to keep going with the task.
    If someone is telling you about how difficult it is to find a job, or to study his or her course at university, you can say:
    “Hang in there” as a way of supporting the person.
    “My girlfriend and I are having a really bad time at the moment” “Just hang in there. I’m sure things will get better soon”
    “This Master’s degree I’m studying is so hard! I guess I’ll just have to hang in until it’s finished”
    When we get really worried about something we can say we get “hung up” on it. We can get ‘hung up’ on problems we have. This means we are constantly worried about them and can’t stop thinking about the problem.
    It also means to be obsessed with something or someone.
    “Sarah is so hung up on getting everything right”
    “I sometimes have a problem with customers at work, but I don’t get hung up about it”
    “He’s hung up on modern art these days”
    And there you have 5 common phrasal verbs you can use when chatting with your friends. But you should take action! Write them down in your journal or put them on cards and pin them around your house. Make sentences! Then try to listen to conversations around you, or watch films and TV shows and see if you can hear the phrases.
    🙂 Happy English learning!

    Guide to Halloween at IES Turgalium



    Bite into our ultimate guide to Halloween at IES Turgalium. This year it falls on Monday October 31 2016 and we will be celebrating it on the previous Friday.

    Here is the guide to the activities:


    1st year of CSE

    bilingual group
    (lollypops instead)

    2nd year of CSE

    bilingual group

    3rd year of CSE

    bilingual group

    4th year of CSE

    bilingual group


    Friday, 21 October 2016

    Learning Pronunciation: Phonetics

    Learning pronuntiation

    Learning pronuntiation


    Are you ready? Try your best!

    how to say 50 words in British English?

    The Importance of Phonetics in English

    Monday, 17 October 2016

    Describing people's personality. ACTIVITY


    What adjectives would you use to describe people's personality?

    My classmate
    (His name is …....................)
    Someone in my family
    (My ….................)
    Someone in my class
    (Can you guess who s/he is?)

    Saturday, 15 October 2016

    The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe


    by Edgar Allan Poe
    TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
    It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
    Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
    Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
    I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?"
    I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
    Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
    When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
    It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
    And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
    But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
    If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
    I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
    When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
    I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
    The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
    No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
    "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

    -THE END-

    Halloween is coming soon... are you ready?

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    "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe

    Tuesday, 11 October 2016

    HALLOWEEN IS COMING SOON... Mini Bio of Edgar Allan Poe

    Halloween Is a Good Time to Celebrate 

    the Stories of Edgar Allan Poe

    How to Recite a Poem Like an Expert

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    How to Recite a Poem Like an Expert
    Follow these instructions:

    1. Get a PRINTED copy of the poem.
      2. Look for the voice of the poem, and speak in that voiceGet INSPIRED by readings on youtube. There are very good ones. LISTEN to them carefully as you fix your eyes on your poem.
      3. Look at the poem and READ it out LOUD. Proceed at a natural pace. It’s Okay to YELL when you recite a poem!

      4. You'll need to memorize some parts to FEEL CONFIDENT: Turn it over so you can’t see it. Recite as much of it as you can remember, from the beginning.
      5. Project to the audience. Capture the attention of everyone.

      1. Make sure you know how to pronounce every word in your poem. ...
      2. Line breaks are a defining feature of poetry.

      Other Ways to Recite a Poem

      While it’s okay to just YELL when you recite a poem, here are several other things you can do that might make it even better:
      • Look for the voice of the poem, and speak in that voice. In other words, if it’s a poem about a cowboy, see if you can put on a cowboy accent. If it’s a poem about a monster, try using the scariest monster voice you can. If it’s a poem about a baby, an old person, or just some crazy character, think of what that person might sound like and try to speak in their voice.
      • Rap the poem. Some poems have a rhythm built into the words. When you’re read a jump-rope rhyme, or any other rhythmical poem, you may find that it’s suitable for rapping. If you want to have even more fun with it, try reciting it to a drum beat or to music. Watch this video for an example how I recite poems to music:
      • Recite it with a friend. Many poems have more than one voice. That is, a poem might have different speaking parts – such as the narrator, a mother or father, a teacher, a child, etc. – making it easy to split up and be read by two or more people. Even if it’s not, perhaps you and a friend could take turns reading every other line.
      • Put on a play. If a poem tells a small story, you can perform it in much the same way that you can perform a play. You can create sets and props, and even wear costumes. Make it a drama! Or a comedy! Or a musical! Visit this link for an example of how a poem can be turned into a play:
      • Run around, wave your hands, say it like you mean it. Don’t just limit yourself to the ideas I’ve given above. Recite the poem in any way that seems best to you. If that means sitting in a chair, or jumping up and down, or stomping back and forth, or even dancing, that’s okay. Just put some feeling into it and “read it like you mean it” to give the best performance you can.