TASK 11: A WALK DOWNTOWN MÁLAGA

TASK 11:  A WALK DOWNTOWN MÁLAGA

GIVEN: 31/05/16
DEADLINE: 19/06/16

INSTRUCTIONS:

A sculpture to be found downtown will be assigned to every pair of students. The students are to find information about it and share it with their classmates when we do the walk. They can carry some notes to do so.

Later, they are to make a little project containing the photos and the information gathered during the walk and upload it on their blogs for the teacher to see and value.

The statues chosen are the following:

Fuente de Genova. Pedro de Mena. Acteón y las ninfas. La ninfa de la caracola. Bernardo Ferrándiz. Cánovas del Castillo.  Marques de Larios. Ben Gabirol. Monolito Plaza de la Merced. Graffiti in Soho.


Information must be found about the following aspects:

What's the statue called?
Who/What does it represent?
If a real person, give a brief biographical description.

If it represents a number of unknown people, describe who they are/were and what they did.
If it represents a cultural or artistic event, describe it.
How are the people or events represented in the statue related to Málaga?
Who was the sculptor?

How valuable is the statue?

When was it made?

What street is the statue at?
Has the statue always been at the same place?

Are there any stories or anecdotes linked to this statue?

BERNARDO FERRÁNDIZ

On        June, my class and I went for a walk in the city centre accompanied by the English teacher. The main aim of the activity was to learn about the history of some  people and events from and about Málaga as seen through some of the statues there.

This is what I learnt:

Bernardo Ferrándiz is a statue called the monument to Bernardo Ferrándiz. It's a tribute to Bernardo, it represents him. It's a real person, he was born in Valencia in 1835 and died in Malaga in 1885. He was one of the most important painters in valencia. He painted the ceilling of the Cervantes Theatre. The monument doesn't represent a cultural and artistic event or a number of unknow people. Bernardo is related to Malaga because he lived 17 years here and he also is considered one of the members of Malaga school of painting.

Its author is Vallmitjana Agapito, it was inaugurated in 1913 and it's a tribute to the Valencian painter. The statue is important because it represents a person who was very important in its time and was very important as he painted the ceiling of the cervantes theater. As I said before, was inaugurated in 1913, it is located in the park of Malaga on a pedestal made by Diego Garcia Carrera and it has always been on the same place. There aren't any stories about the monument.

                                     Antonio Cánovas del Castillo.

This statue is an honoring to Cánovas del Castillo who born in Málaga in February, 8th of August in 1828 and died in Mondragón in 1897. 

He was a politician and Spanish historian, president of the Cabinet during most of the last quarter of the 19th century. It was one of the most influential figures of Spanish politics. 

He was a member of the Liberal Union. In 1854 he was elected deputy by Málaga for the Constituent ones and, to the fall of O'Donnell, governing civilian of Cádiz. He was the secretary of Government in 1864 and of Overseas in 1865 during the reign of Isabel II before the First Spanish Republic be proclaming. After the Revolution of 1868 and end of the Bourbon monarchy it took charge preparing the return of the one that would be Alfonso XII, Isabel II's son.

Cánovas died murdered on August 8th, in 1897 in "El Balneario of Santa Águeda".

In 1975, Málaga's town hall raised a monument in honoring to this politician of Málaga and in 2009 was installed a plate in his honor.

The monument was made by the sculptor Jesús Martínez Labrador, who is from Antequera. 

It's located in Cánovas del Castillo Avenue and it's and the entrance of Málaga's Park because he was one of the promoter of this construction.

It was open in 1975 such a tribute to him, but before this date, the monument stayed almost a year enclosed in a storehouse due to the newspaper said it wasn't the time to open a monument of someone that restored the monarchy, when a dictatorship was controlling the country. 

The monument has a strange face because the sculptor was inspired by a caricature.

TASK # 8 : CAMPAIGN LEAFLET

TASK # 8 : CAMPAIGN LEAFLET

Given on : 05/04/2016
DEADLINE: 08/04/2016
INSTRUCTIONS: WRITE a campaign leaflet for one of the following issues: Disease/ Famine/ Global Warming/ Homelessness/Pollution/ Poverty

USE THE FOLLOWING WRITING GUIDE TO HELP YOU:

 
Paragraph 1:  The Problem 

Paragraph 2: The Solution

Paragraph 3: Can you help?

You may find inspiration in the text on page 73 in the book.





Poverty is one factor that most affects our planet for many years ago. Many people don't have money for homes, let alone to find work, so they have to live in small huts and they're supressed for long hours every day in exchange for very low salary. Even some days thousands of families are left without eating and so do their children.


I think the solution would create many NGOs to send food to these people. I also think it would be very useful that people who might, will sponsor to a child so that he could improve their quality of life.



We all can help if we do our part. I think every month could organize a food collection and send them to those who need it most.

TASK # 7 : WRITING AN EMAIL

TASK # 7 : WRITING AN EMAIL

GIVEN ON: 25/01/2016
DEADLINE: 29/01/2016
INSTRUCTIONS: WRITE an email to a real person. FOLLOW the guide below:

Paragraph 1:  Greet and give news of yourself.

Paragraph 2: Give news about friends and family.

Paragraph 3: Ask about the other person's news and suggest a meeting.



Hi cousin! I could not write before because I've been busy with school, now that I've finished exams, I'm more relaxed. How are you? I hope that very good. What will you do these holidays? I am preparing a ski trip with my family. About school, It was going well, I take very good marks and teachers do not send many tasks. I can not complain haha.

Things at home are as always, mom and dad are fine, my sister is still studying in the university and unfortunately I have operated my stomach, but I'm better now. My friends are also very good, this weekend, we're going to see a movie at the cinema or to have a dinner or something like that.

Well, enough about me. How about you? I have a long time that I didn't see you and I miss you a lot.     I think it would be great to see us one day of this holiday , I have to tell you many things! I hope you are well, many kisses.

TASK # 6 : A LETTER TO THE THREE KINGS

GIVEN ON: 08/01/2016
DEADLINE: 13/01/2016
INSTRUCTIONS:  PLEASE, finish writing the letter to the 3 Kings.
1. For a person very dear to me, please, bring, ......
2. For my family (or a member of my family, please, bring, ...
3. For my country, please, bring, ...
4. For the world, bring, .....

INSTRUCTIONS:  PLEASE, finish writing the letter to the 3 Kings.


Dear Three Kings, I guess you must be back home by now, wherever your home is and you must be having a well-deserved rest after so much work. I hope these words don't get to disturb your peace. I'm writing though in the hope there's still some of your powerful magic left and you want to use it for a very good cause. I'm very grateful for the presents you gave me and I'm happy about it, but could you, dear kings, use some of your magic to make my wishes come true for the following:

1. For a person very dear to me, please bring, some much happiness and so much health, job and nothing about deseases to start the year off right.

2. For my family, please bring, all good things for them and the most important thing is health, because if we are ill, we can't do anything. 

3. For my country, please bring, a stable political system, try to overcome the crisis, and try to have more jobs for young people in the future.

4. For the world, please bring,no more wars and conflicts and especially peace and some money for needy families in poor countries.

TASK # 5 : A CHRISTMAS STORY

TASK # 5 : A CHRISTMAS STORY

GIVEN ON: 15/12/2015

DEADLINE: 20/12/2015

INSTRUCTIONS: Read the story. Then ...



1. Write a 100 summary in your own words in English/Spanish.

This story is about a boy who loved his father. His father hated to wake him, because he thinks that is a chhild and he needs many hours for sleep, but the father have to wake up his son because he needs his help. As a reward, the child wants to give his father the best Christmas gift he never had: wake up alone and do all the work on Christmas Day. To get that, the child tries to don't sleep at all that night because if he falls asleep, he doesn't wake up in the morning. The little child get this big present for his father. 15 years later, the child decides to do the same but instead of his father, with his wife, to show her how much he loves her.

2. How much did you like the story? Explain in English/Spanish, please.

I really liked this story because I love all Christmas stories, and I think that is the best time of year because In my opinion Christmas is the only time of year when families stay together and affection shown. This story tries to transmits us that a gift made with heart is the best present that a son can give to his or her father, and It has more value that a present of a lot of money.

CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING

Pearl S Buck

He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone.

"Well, you can't, Adam." His mother's voice was brisk. "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he tok his turn."

"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."

When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.

Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.

And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought him something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too. 

He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had semed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.

"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"

"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."

Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...

The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he musn't sleep too sound.

He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match to look each time to look at his old watch -- midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.

At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them, too.

He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.

"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.

He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.

The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.

Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.

"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."

"Aw-right," he said sleepily.

The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.

The minutes were endless -- ten, fifteen, he did not know how many -- and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.

"Rob!"

"Yes, Dad--"

His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.

"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.

"It's for Christmas, Dad!"

He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.

"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

"Oh, Dad, I want you to know -- I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.

"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."

They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.

This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.

It occured to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again.This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...

Such a happy, happy Christmas!

TASK #4: MY LIFESTYLE

TASK #4: MY LIFESTYLE
GIVEN ON: 02/12/2015

DEADLINE: 06/12/2015 

INSTRUCTIONS:  WRITE a text about your own lifestyle. USE the text on page 37 in your book as a reference and USE the guide below to help you.



Paragraph 1: Diet

My diet is very varied, but  there are foods that I like more than others. I eat a lot of soups and fried potatoes because I love potatoes! However I don't eat many vegetables because I hate them. Probably I don't eat a lot of fish but I think that it is necessary. My favorite drink is naturally coke. It has always liked and still like!

Paragraph 2: Sport

We have PE lesson twice a week at the highschool and we practiced every tipe of sport like football, voleyball, etc. In my free time the truth is that I don't practiced any sport because I am very lazy and It's very difficult for me to play sports. In the summer sometimes I play rackets at the beach and in winter I don't do anything.

Paragraph 3: Other physical activity Walking? Cycling? Dancing?

Sometimes I go walking with my mum or at the weekends I go cycling with my friends but but it is only occasionally.

TASK #3: EL PALO THEN AND NOW

TASK #3: El Palo then and now.
GIVEN ON: 11 November 2015

DEADLINE: 15 November 2015 

INSTRUCTIONS: Please, use the visual information contained in the video of the link below to compare this area (El Palo) many years ago and now. How has it changed?
Use the form in exercise 4, page 27 in the book to help you.

 https://youtu.be/e3C4GsuvCh0?list=PL9HQxO9BGS4Pyu0hsly8USUl9PScffr-B



El Palo 30 years ago

INTRODUCTION

I live in a small village called El Palo. It is in the east of Malaga. The village has changed a lot over the past 30 years.

BUILDINGS
 In the past there were not so many buildings as now. There used to be small houses were fishermen lived. By the Galica stream there were many orchards. The beaches didn't exist because there were not breakwaters. There was a very typical restaurant called Casa Pedro which was on the sand. Now, there are not only houses but also many buildings. The football stadium is new. There are a lot of supermarkets and shops were people can buy many things.

JOBS
People from El Palo used to work as fisherman and in the different typical restaurants called "chiringuitos". Now people work in restaurants, as waiters, as shop assistant in the differet clothes shops and in many supermasrkets.

TRANSPORTS
People used to travel from el palo to the city center by bus because there were not many cars. There was a lot of traffic because the motorway didn't exist. Now they travel by buses, cars and they also ride their bicycle to avoid pollution.

CONCLUSION
My village is now very different. In my opinion, it is much bigger, modern and more cleaner than some years ago.