quinta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2010

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens - Activities (chapter five)

In Chapter 5 Scrooge does a lot of things for the first time. Mark the right ones and the wrong ones.
  1. Scrooge wished a merry Christmas to people in the streets.
  2. He gave a tip to a boy.
  3. He laughed for the first time in many years.
  4. He bought a big turkeyfor the Cratchits.
  5. He offered money for the poor.
  6. He went to church.
  7. He had dinner with the Cratchits.
  8. He said ‘Humbug’ again.

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens - Activities (chapter four)

Who's who?Choose the right names from the list below to complete the sentences .

  • very poor people
  • Joe
  • a dead man
  • a woman
  • Bob Cratchit
  • Fred
  • Scrooge
  • the ghost
  • the Cratchits
  • Tiny Tim
  1. ..........was in black.
  2. ......... brought things to sell to ........... .
  3. ......... wanted to sell ..........'s bed curtains, bedclothes and shirt.
  4. ........ couldn't see the dead man's face.
  5. ........ were sitting quietly and talking about .......... .
  6. ........ met ......... in the street.

1.ª edição do “Chá-café com letras”

No dia 10 de Dezembro, realizou-se na Biblioteca da Escola Secundária a primeira edição do Chá-café com letras deste ano lectivo. Na actividade participaram as turmas do 8.º A e B, que apresentaram as obras, e a turma do 7.ºA, que assistiu às apresentações. Entre chá, café e bolachas, os alunos contactaram com “O moinho” e a “Aia”, extraídos dos Contos, de Eça de Queirós; “Nevoeiro” e “A perfeição”, extraídos de Dia cinzento e outros contos, de Mário Dionísio; “Farrusco”, um conto de Bichos, de Miguel Torga; O colar, de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. As apresentações dividiram-se entre encenações da obra e sínteses do conteúdo. Os alunos do 7.º ano aderiram de forma muito positiva à actividade, tendo assistido a todas as apresentações com muito interesse.

quarta-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2010

Descobre o poema - Solução

O poema escondido era a primeira quadra de um poema da Mensagem, de Fernando Pessoa:

           O INFANTE
Deus quer, o homem sonha, a obra nasce.
Deus quis que a terra fosse toda uma,
Que o mar unisse, já não separasse.
Sagrou-te, e foste desvendando a espuma,

E a orla branca foi de ilha em continente,
Clareou, correndo, até ao fim do mundo,
E viu-se a terra inteira, de repente,
Surgir, redonda, do azul profundo.

Quem te sagrou criou-te português.
Do mar e nós em ti nos deu sinal.
Cumpriu-se o Mar, e o Império se desfez.
Senhor, falta cumprir-se Portugal!

Fernando Pessoa


O vencedor da última edição é…
·        Francisco Gouveia, n.º 10, 12.ºA

War is Over

terça-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2010

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (chapter five)

Christmas Day
Scrooge fell down, and held the ghost’s hand... and woke up to find himself holding the bedpost of his own bed.
He got dressed quickly, saying to himself: 'Now I’ll use the lessons I’ve learnt from these three ghosts!'
He laughed. The first time he had laughed for years!
He saw a boy in the street.
'What day is it today?' he asked.
'lt's Christmas Day,' said the surprised boy.
'Go and buy that big turkey from the butcher's,' said Scrooge. There's ten pence for you!'
l will send it to Bob Cratchit, he thought.
Scrooge walked excitedly along the street saying 'Merry Christmas' to everybody.
When he met the man who had wanted help for the poor the day before, he told him to come and see him to get a lot of money.
Then Scrooge went off to his nephew Fred's house.
Fred was very surprised to see him.
'What do you want, uncle?' he asked.
'l want to come to dinner!' said Scrooge. 'Can l?'
'Of course you can!' answered Fred.
Fred was very happy, and so were his wife and all their friends. And they all had a lovely party together.

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (chapter four)

The Third Ghost
Finally, the ghost took Scrooge home and, as he disappeared, the church clock rang midnight.
At once a new ghost appeared, much more frightening than the other two. It was covered from head to toe in a long, black coat.
'You' re The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come,' said Scrooge nervously.
The dark ghost said nothing and did not move.
'I imagine you've going to show me the things which haven't happened yet,' Scrooge said, looking at the strange ghost.
The ghost silently moved its head a little, and pointed with its hand.
Scrooge suddenly found himself in the middle of the City of London. He saw many of the people he worked with every day, changing, buying and selling money.
The ghost stopped and pointed to some men standing together talking.
'l don't know what happened. I only know he's dead,' said the first man.
'What's he done with his money?' asked the second man.
'He didn't give it to me!' said the first man, laughing.
'His funeral will be very cheap,' said another man.
'Why?' asked the second man.
'He had no friends. Nobody will go,' answered the first man.
Scrooge did not understand why the ghost wanted him to listen to this conversation, but he knew the ghost did not answer questions, so he did not ask.
He looked around trying to see himself, but on the corner where he usually stood at this time there was another man doing business.
Next the ghost took him to a bad part of London which he had never been to before.
The streets were smll and dark and full of the poorest people. They went into a dirty shop full of every horrible old thing you can imagine -metal, bones, books, clothes...
Scrooge watched as three people brought things to sell to the shopkeeper. They were from the same dead man's house.
The first had some small things: buttons and a pencil-case.
'He doesn't need these now,' said the first woman pointing to the towels, silver teaspoons and boots she had.
'Look, Joe,' said the other woman, showing the bed curtains and blankets she had taken from the dead man's bed.
'Is this shirt from the dead body?' asked Joe.
'Yes,' she answered. 'He doesn't need a new shirt now he's dead.'
This could happen to me when I die, thought Scrooge.
Suddenly, Scrooge found himself in another terrible room. It was very dark, with just a little light coming through the window.
There was a bed with no curtains on it, and on the bed, a dead body covered by a sheet.
The ghost pointed to the body, as silent as ever.
Scrooge looked.Who was this dead man? Why were there no friends or family there to cry over the body, to feel sad that he had died?
The ghost still pointed. Scrooge understood it wanted him to look at the face of the dead man, but he could not.
'l cannot look at this man's face,' said Scrooge. 'But if there's anybody in London who feels something because this man is dead, show them to me.'
The ghost took Scrooge into another room.
A woman stood up nervously when her husband came in.
'Is there any news?' she asked.
'When l went to ask him if we could pay the money one week later,' he said, 'an old woman told me he was dead.'
'That's good news,' she said. I'm sorry. l mean that now we have time to get the money we have to pay.'
'No, ghost!' said Scrooge. 'l want to see someone who's sorry about a death, not someone who's happy because of one!'
The ghost took him to Bob Cratchit’s house. He saw the Cratchit family sitting quietly around the fire. They were talking about Tiny Tim.
'l met Mr Scrooge's nephew, Fred,' said Bob, 'and he said he was very sorry to hear about Tiny Tim.'
Bob turned to his family: 'Let's never forget what a good, gentie boy he was, even if he was just a little child.'
'No, never father!' shouted all the children.
'Tell me, ghost,' said Scrooge. 'Who was the dead man we saw?'
The ghost took him to a churchyard. It was a dark place with the walls of houses all around and no flowers on the graves.
The ghost pointed to one grave.
'Before I look,' said Scrooge, 'tell me if the things we've seen are things which will definitely happen, or only things which may happen?'
The ghost stood in silence.
Scrooge looked at the name on the grave. It said EBENEZER SCROOGE.
'Was I the dead man?' he asked.
The ghost pointed to the grave, then at Scrooge.

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (chapter three) - Activities

1 - Insert the coloured words.

happy sees potatoes table takes dinner walk house help goose son ill

The Ghost of Christmas Present (a)……… Scrooge to Bob Cratchit’s (b)........ . There he (c)……… his clerk’s family for the first time. Mrs Cratchit is making (d)……… . It is a small Christmas dinner: a (e)........... and some (f)........... . Scrooge looks at Tiny Tim, Bob's youngest (g)……… . The child cannot (h).......... because he's (i)..........and he may die if he doesn't get (j)........ . They all sit round the Christmas (k)……… and are very (l)........... .

2 - Write the answers.

a) Scrooge: ‘Will Tiny Tim live?’
Ghost: ………………………………………
b) Scrooge: ‘Who are they?’
Ghost: ………………………………………
c) Fred: ‘Merry Christmas.’
Ghost: ………………………………………

sexta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2010

A Christmas Carol (Chapter three)

The second ghost
Later, Scrooge woke up suddenly. He looked around his bedroom - there was nobody there. He went to the door of his living room.
'Come in, Ebenezer Scrooge,' said a voice.
He opened the door, and saw something very strange.The room looked so different! The walls of the room were covered with Christmas trees and there was a big fire burning.The floor and table were hidden by the most delicious kinds of Christmas foods you can imagine. There was holly all around the room and the green leaves were bright with the light from the fire.
Sitting on top of all the food was a happy young giant, holding a burning torch which lit the room. He was wearing a long, green dress with white fur at the bottom. He had curly brown hair and a hat made of holly.
'Come in, come in,' said the giant. I'm The Ghost of Christmas Present.'
'If you've something to teach me,' said Scrooge, 'take me anywhere you want. l learnt a lot from the first ghost.'
Touch my dress,' said the ghost.
Scrooge did, and soon the trees, the food and the room had disappeared.
Scrooge found they were walking in a London street on Christmas morning.The shops were full of lovely things to eat. Everyone there was happy.
The ghost took him to the Cratchit's house, where they were preparing their small Christmas dinner. Scrooge watched as the poor family ate one goose and some potatoes, and a very small Christmas pudding. They were still as happy as if they had eaten a king's dinner.
Scrooge looked at Tiny Tim, the youngest child, who was ill and could not walk.
'Will he be here next Christmas?' he asked.
'With help,' replied the ghost.
They left the Cratchit's poor but happy house, and walked through the snowy streets of London. Everyone was going out to evening parties with their friends and families. Suddenly they were in a cold, grey, empty place. Scrooge and the ghost looked through the window of a small house. Inside there was a big family in a small room. They were all singing Christmas songs together. They were very happy.
'Who are they?' asked Scrooge.
'They are poor miners,' said the ghost. 'People who work hard inside the Earth we live on.'
The ghost took Scrooge back to London, to Scrooge's nephew, Fred's house where there was a big party. Fred was telling everyone about his visit to his uncle.
'When l said "Merry Christmas" to him, he replied "Humbug!"' said Fred.
Everyone laughed.
'He's rich,' said Fred, 'but he doesn't do anything good with his money and he doesn't enjoy Christmas Day. Every year, l'll ask him to our party and wish him "Merry Christmas". Perhaps one day he'll understand, and give some money to poor Bob Cratchit too.'
Scrooge and the ghost watched Fred and his friends all evening.

sábado, 27 de novembro de 2010

In the nineteenth century....

In 1837 Queen Victoria came to the throne, aged 18. By the time of her death in 1901 London was a very different city. It had grown enormously due to industrial progress, population growth and the network of railways which had brought many parts of England within easy reach of the capital. In the Victorian era London was the centre of world trade and a powerful British empire. Better street lighting, sanitation, roads and transport gradually developed.

Docks and steamer

In the nineteenth century ships delivered goods to London from all over the Empire. Large docks were built to provide a safe place for them to anchor.
Shipbuilding was changed completely by the invention of the steam engine and iron ships. By 1860 London had the largest number of shipyards in the world.
Grand railway stations, such as Paddington, Euston and Cannon Street, were built at the centre of a network of railway lines going to different parts of Britain. They looked impressive to encourage people to travel by train.

Transport and building

Open trucks pulled by a steam engine

The coming of the railways changed London for ever. It meant that people could now commute to work from elsewhere. The first London underground railway is shown above. It opened in 1863 between Paddington and the City.
Much of present day London was built in Victorian times. Some buildings were very grand, such as the Houses of Parliament, rebuilt after a fire in 1834. Others were built for workers, in terraced rows.

Victorian slums
In Victorian London the poor were crowded into rotting houses, where they often starved or died of disease. Some of the worst-off were poor children. They were sent out from the age of four or five to make a few pennies by doing things like begging, pickpocketing and chimney sweeping.
Campaigners, such as the author Charles Dickens, shocked the public by writing about these things, and in 1870 a new law was passed which meant that ali children between the ages of 5 and 12 had to go to school.

in    Butterfield, Moira ,The Usborne Book of London

"A Christmas Carol" - Activities (2nd chapter)

1. What’s the right name?

Scrooge          Mr. Fezziwig         The First Ghost
a) ….. spent Christmas without any friends.
b) ….. ‘s party made everybody very happy.
c) ….. wanted to help Scooge.
d) ….. was more interested in money than in other people.
e) ….. took Scrooge to his past Christmas.
f) ….. was the man Scrooge had worked for.

2. Choose the correct answers:

• In the story, Christmas time means:

a) working hard
b) being with your family
c) writing
d) eating and drinking
e) dancing
f) sleeping a lot
g) playing music

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (chapter two)

The First Ghost

The first ghost appeared at one o'clock in the morning, and opened the curtains round Scrooge's bed. The ghost was an old man with long, white hair. He wore a short, brilliant white dress with a bright belt and (a strange thing at Christmas!) summer flowers along the bottom. His arms and legs were bare, and in his hand he held a bunch of green holly.
‘I’m The Ghost of Christmas Past,' he said.
'Whose past?' asked Scrooge.
'Your past,' answered the ghost.
'What do you want?' asked Scrooge.
'To help you,' answered the ghost. 'Come'.
Scrooge got up from his bed. Together they flew through the wall and London disappeared. Scrooge saw they were looking at the place in the country where he had lived as a boy.
They saw many boys going home across the fields, happily shouting 'Merry Christmas' to each other. Then they saw Scrooge as a boy, reading on his own in an empty classroom.
Seeing himself as he had once been, Scrooge sat down at a desk and started to cry.
'l wish l'd given some money to that poor boy who sang Christmas songs to me yesterday,' said Scrooge.
The ghost smiled. 'Let's see another Christmas,' he said.
This time Scrooge saw the office where he had first worked. He saw Mr Fezziwig, the man he had worked for, and his wife. Young Scrooge was helping them prepare the office for a Christmas party. Soon there were many young people there. They were enjoying the dancing, the music and the food. Even he, Scrooge, was dancing and enjoying himself!
At the end of the party, Mr and Mrs Fezziwig said 'Merry Christmas' to everybody.
'l wish l'd said something to Bob Cratchit yesterday said Scrooge.
The ghost smiled again. 'Another Christmas,' he said.
Scrooge saw a beautiful woman smiling with her children in a warm home.
The door opened and the father came in, his arms full of Christmas presents. Scrooge looked at the woman; she had been his girlfriend when he was a young man! She had left him because he had been more interested in money than in her. Looking at the happy family, Scrooge understood what he had lost.
'No more!' shouted Scrooge sadly. 'Leave me, ghost!'
The first ghost disappeared, leaving Scrooge back in bed where he slept deeply.

terça-feira, 23 de novembro de 2010

Descobre o poema

Tenta descobrir o poema "escondido" desta quinzena.

Descobre o poema - Solução

O poema escondido era a primeira quadra de um poema de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen:


Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não
Porque os outros usam a virtude
Para comprar o que não tem perdão
Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não

Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados
Onde germina calada a podridão.
Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.

Porque os outros se compram e se vendem
E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.
Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.

Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos
E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.
Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.

O vencedor da última edição é…
                  ·  Francisco Rafael Batista Gouveia (12.ºA) 

segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2010

"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens - Activities (chapter one)

Encontrarás na tua Biblioteca um impresso onde deverás registar as respostas destas actividades. Entrega o impresso, devidamente preenchido, na Biblioteca ou à tua professora de Inglês.

Chapter 1
1. What happened first? Put these sentences in the right order. Number them 1–10.

a) Scrooge hears the noise of a chain down below.
b) Bob Cratchit goes home.
c) Scrooge gives them nothing.
d) After Fred leaves, two men come into Scrooge's office.
e) Fred comes to visit him.
f) Scrooge doesn't give anything to the boy either.
g) The two men leave the room.
h) They ask him money for the poor.
i) He invites Scrooge to dinner.
j) Scrooge is in his office.

2. Who says what? Match the sentences with the characters.

The two men
Bob Cratchit

Sentences:a) "You don't mean it."
b) "Why are you merry?"
c) "They always need a little more."
d) "Christmas is only one day a year."
e) "I'm unhappy".

domingo, 21 de novembro de 2010

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, the most popular writer of the Victorian age, was born near Portsmouth, England, in 1812 and died in Kent in 1870.

When his father was thrown into debtors’ prison, young Charles was taken out of school and forced to work in a shoe-polish factory, which may help explain the presence of so many abandoned and victimized children in his novels.

As a young man he worked as a reporter before starting his career as a fiction writer in 1833. In his novels, short stories and essays, Dickens combined hilarious comedy with a scathing criticism of the inhuman features of Victorian industrial society.
He is buried in Poet`s Corner in Westminster Abbey.

To know more about Charles Dickens:  http://clubeingles.wordpress.com/2010/11/18/1873/

sexta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2010

" A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (chapter one)

Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve. London was very cold and foggy. Ebenezer Scrooge was working in his office. His secretary, Bob Cratchit, was writing letters in the next room, with a very small fire. Bob was very cold. Scrooge did not give Bob much wood for his fire because he did not like to spend money.
Scrooge did not like anything. He did not like the people in the streets or the people he worked with. He did not like eating good food or drinking nice drinks.
He especially hated Christmas.
Scrooge was an old man. He was very thin, with thin, white hair on his head and face. His lips were blue and his eyes were red.
He had worked in the same dark office for very many years. Once it had been the office of SCROOGE AND MARLEY, and those names were still on the door. But Jacob Marley had died seven years before and Scrooge worked on without him. Work was important. Work brought money, and Scrooge always wanted more money. So Scrooge worked hard, and made Bob Cratchit work hard, too.
Work, work, work!
'A Merry Christmas, uncle,' said Scrooge's nephew, Fred, coming into the cold, dark office.
'Bah!' replied Scrooge.'Humbug!' He really hated Christmas.
'Oh, come on, uncle,' said Fred. I'm sure you don't mean it.'
'l do,' answered Scrooge. 'Why are you merry? You're a poor man.'
'And why aren't you merry?' asked Fred. 'You're a very rich man. And it's Christmas!'
'Bah!' said Scrooge again. 'Humbug!'
'Please come to dinner with us tomorrow, uncle,' said Fred.
'Goodbye,' answered Scrooge.
'l don't want to be angry with you, uncle,' said Fred, 'so Merry Christmas.'
'Goodbye,' said Scrooge again.
Later two men came into Scrooge's office.
'Mr Scrooge? Mr Marley?' asked the first man, who had seen the names on the door.
'Mr Marley died seven years ago,' answered Scrooge.
'Mr Scrooge, then,' said the man. 'At Christmas, it's nice for everyone to give something to people who have nothing - no homes, no clothes, no food.'
'But there are hospitals and other places to help them,' said Scrooge.
There are,' replied the second man. 'But they always need a little more.'
'lt's not my problem,' said Scrooge. I've my work to worry about.'
The two men left.
Later a boy came to sing Christmas songs, but Scrooge sent him away.
When it was time to close the office, Bob Cratchit was excited about the holiday next day.
'l imagine you don't want to come to work tomorrow?' said Scrooge to Bob.
'No, sir, l don't,' he answered nervously.
'And you want me to give you money for the whole week?' asked Scrooge.
'Well, Christmas is only one day a year, sir,' replied Bob.
'You're still taking my money for nothing!' said Scrooge. 'Well, if you must, you must. But come to work earlier the morning after.'
That night when Scrooge was at home, he had a surprise visit. He had the sound of chains coming upstairs, and then Jacob Marley walked through his door.
“Marley” said Scrooge. “You´re dead! What do you want from me?”
“I´m a ghost” said Marley. “I´ve been travelling since I died.”
“Why?” asked Scrooge.
“Because I´m unhappy”, said Marley´s ghost. “I was very bad to people when I was alive, and I want to help you not to be unhappy like me when you die.”
“How?” asked Scrooge.
“You´ll be visited by three more ghosts”, answered Marley´s ghost.

quinta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2010

A terceira livraria mais bela no mundo

A Livraria Lello, do Porto, foi classificada pela editora australiana Lonely Planet como a terceira mais bela do mundo, num guia sobre locais a visitar em 2011.

                                                                                    fonte: jornal Público

sexta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2010

Plantar Portugal

O Município de Carregal do Sal aderiu à iniciativa “Plantar Portugal” cujo objectivo é a preservação da natureza, o uso racional dos recursos naturais e a sensibilização das populações na importância da conservação da floresta para as gerações actuais e futuras.

No âmbito deste movimento Carregal do Sal irá participar activamente na semana da reflorestação nacional que decorrerá de 23 a 28 de Novembro e conta com a participação de todos, desde os mais novos aos mais idosos.
Para mais informações, consulta  http://www.plantarportugal.org/

"A Christmas Carol" de Charles Dickens

As professoras de Inglês, em articulação com as Bibliotecas Escolares, vão dinamizar uma actividade que consiste na divulgação semanal de um capítulo de uma adaptação do conto de Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol", acompanhada sempre por uma pequena tarefa que terás de realizar.

Se nunca ouviste falar de Charles Dickens ou do seu conto de Natal podes ver esta breve apresentação do filme com o mesmo nome. Diverte-te!

sábado, 6 de novembro de 2010

História Colectiva Itinerante

Após "viajar" pelas escolas com 3ºciclo do nosso concelho, a história colectiva chega ao final.

Mas agora coloca-se o seguinte desafio: torna-se imperioso dar um título à mesma.
Deixa aqui a tua sugestão. Podes também deixar um comentário.


Concurso Nacional de Leitura

O Agrupamento de Escolas de Carregal do Sal decidiu aderir ao Concurso Nacional de Leitura, uma iniciativa do Plano Nacional de Leitura em articulação com a RTP, Direcção-Geral do Livro e das Bibliotecas e Rede de Bibliotecas Escolares. Pretende-se com esta iniciativa, promover a leitura e desenvolver o gosto pela mesma entre os alunos do 3.ºCiclo e do Ensino Secundário.

Aqui fica o Regulamento:

Concurso Nacional de Leitura 2010-2011- Regulamento

terça-feira, 2 de novembro de 2010

Descobre o poema

Tenta descobrir o poema "escondido" desta quinzena.

Descobre o poema - Solução

Eis a solução do poema da passada quinzena:

O poema escondido era a primeira quadra de um conhecido poema de Luís de Camões:
Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;
É ferida que dói e não se sente;
É um contentamento descontente;
É dor que desatina sem doer;

É um não querer mais que bem querer;
É solitário andar por entre a gente;
É nunca contentar-se de contente;
É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;

É querer estar preso por vontade;
É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;
É ter com quem nos mata lealdade.

Mas como causar pode seu favor
Nos corações humanos amizade,
Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?

                           Luís de Camões

Os vencedores desta edição são…
·         Catarina Queirós (12.ºB)
·         Edgar Ribeiro (10.ºA)
·         Rita Marques (12.ºA)
·         Tiago Marques (12.ºB)

segunda-feira, 25 de outubro de 2010

Dia da Biblioteca Escolar

Hoje, dia 25 de Outubro, é assinalado o  Dia da Biblioteca Escolar e, escolas por todo o mundo celebram-no com actividades especiais para ressaltar o papel da BE na educação, na sociedade e na cultura. Este ano é dedicado ao tema "Diversidade Desafio Mudança, tudo isto na Biblioteca Escolar".

sábado, 23 de outubro de 2010

Curiosidade Geográfica

Qual é o local mais seco da Terra?

A Antárctida. Em certas partes deste continente, não chove há dois milhões de anos.
Um deserto define-se tecnicamente como um local onde chove menos de 254 mm por ano. A precipitação média anual da Antárctida é praticamente a mesma, mas cerca de 2% do território - uma região conhecida por Vales Secos - não tem gelo nem neve, e lá nunca chove.
Do mesmo modo que é o local mais seco da Terra, a Antárctida também se pode considerar o local mais húmido e mais ventoso. 70% da água do mundo encontra-se lá, sob a forma de gelo, e a velocidade do vento é a mais rápida alguma vez já registada.

O segundo local mais seco do mundo é o deserto do Atacama, no Chile. Em algumas partes, não chove há 400 anos e a sua precipitação média anual é um mísero 0,1 mm. No total, isto faz dele o deserto mais seco do mundo, 250 vezes mais seco que o Saara.

quinta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2010

Concurso Nacional de Leitura

Obras seleccionadas para a fase escola:

Sophia De Mello Breyner Andresen, O colar.
Michel Tournier, Sexta-feira ou a vida selvagem.

Mia Couto, Venenos de Deus, remédios do diabo.
Manuel Alegre, Cão como nós.

Inscreve-te na Biblioteca ou junto do teu professor de Língua Portuguesa / Português.

terça-feira, 19 de outubro de 2010


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quinta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2010

História Colectiva Itinerante em acção

    Nesse tempo remoto, eu era muito jovem e vivia com os meus avós numa quinta de paredes brancas da Rua Ocharán, em Miraflores. (...)
Mario Vargas Llosa

    Era uma quinta grande repleta de animais e com abundantes hortas com a qual os meus avós, António e Deolinda, se governavam. Frequentemente, pela manhã, lá ia para o mercado a carroça cheia de produtos fresquinhos: ovos, leite, frangos e outras carnes. A estes juntavam-se harmoniosamente cestas de vegetais e de fruta.

    Lembro-me do meu avô, de cabelos grisalhos, de bigode farfalhudo, com a sua inseparável boina, conduzindo por caminhos acidentados a velha carroça. Enquanto isso, a minha avó Deolinda, de rosto marcado pela passagem do tempo, dedicava-se à lida da casa. Recordo-me, como se fosse hoje, da sua deliciosa marmelada que libertava um doce travo a canela pela casa.

    A vida na quinta começava bem cedo, pois quando os meus avós se levantavam ainda o sol estava a nascer. A minha avó, mal se levantava ia à capoeira buscar ovos frescos, para fazer um delicioso pequeno-almoço ao meu avô, que adorava saborear umas boas panquecas acabadinhas de fazer, bem recheadas da tão famosa marmelada da avó Deolinda. O avô António, depois do pequeno-almoço ia dar milho às galinhas, feno aos cavalos, ordenhava as vacas e, logo de seguida, ia ao quintal apanhar legumes frescos e fruta saborosa, que colocava cuidadosamente em cestos, que empilhava junto às bilhas de leite na sua carroça, puxada pela burra Geraldina, para depois vender no mercado da vila.

    Enquanto o meu avô se dirigia para o mercado da vila, a minha avó tratava da casa, ia à horta apanhar legumes frescos para o almoço e eu, que normalmente a acompanhava, aproveitava para trepar às árvores e para apanhar fruta para a nossa sobremesa. Depois, ajudava a minha avó com a cesta dos legumes e regressávamos a casa. Enquanto a minha avó fazia o almoço, eu divertia-me a brincar com o meu cão, que se chamava Farrusco, até ao regresso do avô para almoçarmos todos juntos.

    Ora, certo dia, o avô António atrasou-se e a comida arrefeceu assim como o nosso coração... A avó Deolinda, já desesperada, feita "barata tonta", temia o pior e em jeito de desabafo perguntava-me constantemente:
- Mário, onde se terá metido o teu avô?
(8ºE, EBIASM))

    Então, chegada a hora do jantar, eu e a minha avó continuámos a estranhar a ausência do meu avô.
Quando já era noite cerrada, como não conseguia dormir, dirigi-me à cozinha e vi algumas gotas de sangue fresco, formando um rasto e decidi segui-lo.
Ao encontrar o meu avô ensanguentado e bastante ferido, deitado no chão da sala, perguntei-lhe:
(8ºD, Escola Básica N.º2)

- Querido avô, estamos assaz preocupados contigo, porque não vieste almoçar nem jantar, que te aconteceu?
- Mário, depois de ter vendido todos os produtos no mercado, de regresso aconteceu-me algo inesperado, fui assaltado e sovado pelo meu melhor…
- Avó, avó Deolinda, o avô está aqui na sala e desmaiou, vem depressa, avó, despacha-te avóóóó!!!
(8ºC, Escola Básica N.º2)

- Zé Mário, recordo ansiosamente o sofrimento estampado no rosto enrugado da tua bisavó já falecida enquanto assistia à dor atroz que o meu avô sentia ao perecer.
- Pai – disse Zé Mário – nunca chegaste a dizer-nos quem é que assaltou e sovou o meu bisavô António, o que sucedeu ao fiel Farrusco e à esperta e teimosa burra, que era manca e coxa.
- Mário, Zé Mário, Bernaldina e Farrusquinha, acabei de tirar o peru assado do forno e as batatas e o bacalhau já estão na mesa, venham jantar para abrirmos as prendas e à meia-noite assistimos à Missa do Galo – chamou a minha esbelta esposa, Teresa de Miraflores.
(9ºD, EB N.º2)

    Durante o jantar reinou um silêncio, que ninguém teve a coragem de quebrar. Comemos e, de seguida, abrimos os presentes. O meu filho abriu as prendas com entusiasmo, mas mal sabia ele o que iria acontecer naquela noite.
Depois da missa, confessei-lhe que nunca tive coragem nem oportunidade de desvendar o que tinha acontecido naquele triste dia.
Dirigimo-nos à pequena casa de paredes brancas. Como o Zé Mário nunca lá tinha entrado, começou a remexer em tudo e a entrar em todas as divisões. Até que encontrou um sótão, do qual eu não tinha conhecimento…
7ºA, ES

    Lá, dentro de um baú coberto de pó, descobrimos um livro que pertencia ao melhor cliente do meu avô e uma carta que aparentava ser bastante antiga, no meio de fotografias velhas e muita papelada. Nessa carta, as únicas frases legíveis eram:
“António, perdoa a tua querida Gertrudes por ter fugido, não por ter deixado de te amar, mas sim por ter engravidado. Agora que vou partir para junto de Deus, cuida do nosso filho Josué. Podes encontrá-lo na mercearia do Tio Amadeu.”
Estava tudo muito mais claro para mim. Josué não era apenas o melhor cliente do meu avô, como também seu filho…
9ºC, ES

    A partir desse dia, o meu grande objectivo foi encontrar o tal Josué. A pergunta do meu filho tinha que ter uma resposta e despertou em mim um desejo incontrolável de descobrir quem destruiu a vida dos meus avós.
- Feliz Ano Novo, Sr. Mário!! O homem que o senhor procura emigrou para a Alemanha depois de se ter despedido da nossa vila. E nunca mais voltou, nunca mais ninguém o viu… - informou, com voz sentida, o senhor Alfredo, dono do mercado que agora está no lugar da velha mercearia.
Nesse momento, o meu pensamento voou até à minha infância…
9ºB, ES

Foi então que me recordei do dia da morte do meu avô e da sua frase inacabada. Aí, juntei "as peças do puzzle" e percebi  o que ele estava a querer dizer, que tinha levado uma sova do seu melhor cliente, o seu filho. Só havia uma coisa que me intrigava, qual razão do tal Josué para bater no seu verdadeiro pai? E será que ele sabia que estava a bater no seu verdadeiro pai? Tinha que desvendar este mistério, tinha de ir à Alemanha...
8.ºB, ES

O meu desejo tornava-se cada vez mais presente. Falei da carta à minha mulher, falei-lhe de Josué e do que aconteceu naquele dia, depois do meu avô ter ido ao mercado. Passado algum tempo, embarquei para a Alemanha em busca de respostas, levando na bagagem informações, dadas pelo sr. Alfredo,  acerca da morada completa do presumível assassino  do meu avô. Quem me recebeu foi uma mulher bela e jovem, que me disse ser neta de Josué. Expliquei-lhe os motivos da minha visita, mas infelizmente, o seu avô já tinha falecido. Fiquei destroçado, mas nem tudo estava perdido, pois Josué tinha deixado uma carta...
8.ºA, ES

Maria Elvira, neta de Josué, foi buscar a carta, já gasta pelo tempo, e entregou--ma. Nessa missiva, Josué explicava o motivo pelo qual assassinara o seu pai e referia que não esperava compaixão, mas apenas que tentassem compreender a sua atitude. Afirmara que, quando soubera toda a verdade, tinha sido invadido pelo rancor e pela mágoa, que iam aumentando diariamente e que já não conseguia controlar. Magoava-o a ideia de ter sido abandonado e o seu amparo tinha-o encontrado no álcool e nas drogas.
            A consciência de Josué só reaparecera quando aquele se encontrava perante o corpo envolto de sangue do velho. Naquele instante, a culpa apossara-se do infeliz e, após alguns dias sem dormir, refugiara-se no estrangeiro, pensando encontrar lá a solução para os seus males. 
            Na Alemanha, tinha vivido prosperamente e constituíra família. Contudo, o remorso avassalador tomara conta da sua pobre alma, levando-o ao suicídio.
            Agora sei como tudo aconteceu. Li e reli vezes sem conta estas letras que Josué deixou para que tudo se esclarecesse. Agora sim, sei o fim, já posso ficar tranquilo e os meus familiares podem descansar em paz.
9ºA - ES

quarta-feira, 13 de outubro de 2010

História Colectiva Itinerante

No mês de Outubro, bibliotecas escolares por todo o mundo desenvolvem actividades para ressaltar o seu papel na educação, na sociedade e na cultura.
No âmbito da Comemoração do Mês Internacional da Biblioteca Escolar,  todos os alunos do 3º ciclo do Agrupamento de Escolas de Carregal do Sal irão criar uma história colectiva, a partir do início de uma obra do laureado com o Prémio Nobel da Literatura, Mario Vargas Llosa:
Nesse tempo remoto, eu era muito jovem e vivia com os meus avós numa quinta de paredes brancas da Rua Ocharán, em Miraflores. (...)