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E-Mail-Projekte Wir haben mit unseren Partnerklassen über verschiedene Themen diskutiert. Diese entwickelten sich aus Gesprächen in unseren Lerngruppen, oft im Zusammenhang mit dem Unterrichtstext. Der Briefwechsel wurde von Julia Schröder aus dem Englischen übersetzt. Die Beispiele entstanden 1996-1998. Jugendleben: hier wie dort?
Freizeit - Jobs (was wir tun und was nicht...) M. from Germany: Ihr habt nach Jobs in Deutschland gefragt. Nun, nur wenige Jugendliche haben Jobs, in meiner Klasse nur zwei oder drei (alle sind Jungs). Einer verteilt Zeitungen und ein anderer arbeitet für eine Apotheke. Er bringt Medizin zu Leuten die sie nicht selbst abholen können. Wir haben in unserer Englischstunde über Freizeitjobs diskutiert. Einige fanden, das Jobs eine gute Übung fürs Leben, man kann üben mit Geld umzugehen und seine Zeit sinnvoll zu nutzen. Es ist auch eine gute Gelegenheit unabhängig von seinen Eltern zu werden. Andere meinten aber, daß man seine Kindheit so lang wie möglich genießen sollte und daß man Freizeit braucht. Es könnte auch ein Problem sein, wenn Schüler zu viel arbeiten müssen und sich nicht auf ihre Schulausgaben konzentrieren können. Ich bin froh, daß ich nicht arbeiten muß um Geld zu bekommen und meine Freizeit haben kann, obwohl ich denke, daß es manchmal ganz interessant sein könnte zu arbeiten, einfach um verschiede Arbeiten auszuprobieren. Aber dafür haben wir das Praktikum. Die meisten Schüler machen ein Praktikum wenn sie um die 15 Jahre alt sind. In unserer Schule dauert das ungefähr drei Wochen, wir haben das letzten Frühling gemacht. Wir mußten uns für die Arbeit bewerben und dann dort drei Wochen arbeiten. Wir haben dafür kein Geld bekommen, aber wir mussten dafür auch nicht in die Schule gehen. Unsere Lehrer kamen zwei mal in der Woche zu unserem Arbeitsplatz und später haben wir dafür eine Note bekommen. Ich habe in einer Kinderbücherei gearbeitet, es war wirklich langweilig! Einige andere hatten bessere Jobs, zum Beispiel meine Freund, sie hat in einem Theater gearbeitet. Mehrere Schüler aus meiner Klasse haben in Kindergärten gearbeitet, Mädchen und Jungen. Habt ihr auch solche Praktika? K. from the U.S.A.: Ich arbeite in
einem kleinen Gemüseladen. Der Laden war eigentlich mal eine
Fleischerei. Es gab eine Weide hinter dem Laden und lebende Kühe und
Schweine wurden reingebracht und geschlachtet. Die Besitzer haben dann
das Fleisch an die Kunden verkauft. Jetzt kaufen wir das Fleisch schon
verpackt und geschnitten und stellen es nur aus. Ich arbeite schon drei
Jahre in dem Laden und ich bekomme $4.95 in der Stunde. Meine Aufgaben
sind unter anderem die Regale einzuräumen und den Laden sauberzumachen. Drogen und Alkohol (Was ist ab wann erlaubt? Was tun wir trotzdem?) L. from America: In unserem Land darf man ab achtzehn rauchen, aber es wird darüber geredet, das Alter auf 21 zu erhöhen. Das heißt aber nicht, daß viele Teenager nicht rauchen. Ich würde sagen, daß durchschnittlich einer aus drei Jugendlichen an unserer Schule rauchen. Meine Mutter meinte daß unsere Politiker darüber nachdenken, ein Gesetz zu verabschieden, daß man den Führerschein entzogen bekommt bis man achtzehn ist, wenn man beim Rauchen erwischt wird. Obwohl ich denke, daß das ein bißchen extrem ist, gebe ich zu das das Rauchen von Jugendlichen ein Problem ist. F. from Germany: Ab wann ist man in Amerika
erwachsen? In Deutschland ist man ein Erwachsener wenn man 18 wird. Das
wurde ungefähr 1970 geändert, davor war man erwachsen wenn man 21 wurde. L. from Germany: Vielleicht habe ich vergessen es zu erwähnen: obwohl man in Deutschland mit 16
rauchen darf, fangen viele Jugendliche, vor allem Jungs, früher damit
an. Schuluniformen (Wer trägt sie? Wer will sie?) J. and E. from England: J. and E. from England: Wir müssen eine Schuluniform tragen. Wir tragen
eine grüne Jacke, eine grüne Krawatte, ein weißes Hemd oder eine Bluse.
Die Mädchen tragen einen grauen Rock und die Jungen tragen eine graue
Hose. Wir dürfen keinen Schmuck/ nur kleine Ohrringe und ein kleines
Ring tragen. B., F. and R. from Germany: Wir würden im Winter niemals im Rock rumlaufen, es ist total langweilig wenn man jeden Tag das gleiche anzieht. Wir freuen uns, daß wir keine Uniform tragen müssen. R. from Germany: Danke für eure Briefe. Ich denke ihr habt recht mit dem was ihr über Schuluniformen sagt. Wir haben hier eine Abstimmung gemacht und 75% der Kinder der 7 Klasse würden nicht gerne eine Schuluniform tragen. A. and A. from Germany Wir finden Schuluniformen nicht so gut. Ausserdem finden wir, daß jeder in der Schule tragen soll, was er will. Was wir auch nicht gut finden, ist, daß der Lehrer bestimmt was ihr anziehen sollt. Präsident Clinton (Privatleben oder nicht?) E. from the U.S. A.: Ich glaube daß der Bill Clinton\Monica Lewinsky Skandal der Inbegriff von Amerika, und unserer Gesellschaft als ganzes, ist. Vorurteile (Was wir voneinander denken...) I. and J. from Germany / K. from the U.S.A. In unserem Englischunterricht haben wir über Vorurteile gesprochen, zwei Schülerinnen haben sie aufgeschrieben und K. in Amerika geschickt. Der hat uns dann seine Meinung darüber geschrieben und das ist das Ergebnis davon: 1. Sind Amerikaner prüde? 2. Lieben sich die Amerikaner auf dem Rücksitz? 3. Trinken Amerikaner viel Cola? 4. Essen Amerika oft Fast Food? 5. Haben die Amerikaner den ganzen Tag den Fernseher an? 6. Sind Amerikaner besorgt um ihren Ruf? 7. Was denken Amerikaner über einen One Night Stand? 8. Dürfen amerikanisch Kids zu einer Party gehen, wenn die gemischte Gruppe die Nacht zusammen verbringt? 9. Was tun Amerikaner wenn sie ein Date haben? D. from the U.S.A.: Die Schüler in Berlin sehen nicht viel anders aus als die Schüler hier. Wir wissen nicht viel über sie, weil wir keine Filme oder Bücher über Deutschland haben. So wie sie fast alles über Amerika wissen weil sie es in Filmen und Büchern sehen. Die Leute aus Deutschland denken vielleicht es ist wirklich toll in Amerika zu leben, aber daß sieht nur so aus. Die U.S.A ist gar nicht so toll. Die deutschen Kinder versuchen so zu sein wie die amerikanischen Kinder nur wegen dem was sie hören und was sie sehen, und nicht wegen den wirklichen Fakten und Bildern. A. from the U.S.A.: Die Leute da sprechen eine andere Sprache, sie sehen nicht wirklich anders
aus, aber sie machen andere Sachen am Wochenende. Ich denke es wäre
ganz lustig so viele von ihnen zu treffen wie möglich. Sie gehen in die
Schule wie wir. Sie denken, daß wir alles mögliche zu tun haben und daß
es hier das Paradis ist und daß wir nicht über sie wissen. Amerika
scheint der Traumort von vielen Leuten zu sein. T. from the U.S.A.: In deinem letzten Brief hast du mich gefragt, ob es wahr ist, daß Amerikaner meistens Fast Food essen. Na ha, daß stimmt allerdings weil es billig und gut ist. Am liebsten esse ich bei Taco Bell, hast Du davon schon mal gehört? Fest- und Feiertage (Wann und wie wir feiern...) Halloween :E. from the U.S.A. Halloween ist jedes Jahr am 31. Oktober. An Halloween verkleiden sich kleine
Kinder (das Alter reicht von gerade alt genug zu laufen bis 6 Sechsklässler-11 oder 12 Jahre alt) und laufen herum. Sie laufen von Haus zu Haus, klingeln und sagen ‘trick or treat’ (‘Streich oder
Süßigkeiten’). Nachdem sie das gesagt haben, gibt die Person die dort lebt eine Süßigkeit. Manche der älteren Kinder versuchen auch zu
trick-or-treat (so nennen wir das) aber die meisten werden angemeckert. Die Regeln fürs Trick-or-treating sind folgende: D. from the U.S.A. Halloween ist am 31. Oktober, den letzten Tag des Monats. Halloween ist die Zeit
der Geister und Kobolte, es ist die Zeit an Geister zu glauben. Jeder
der ein bißchen nett ist kauft eine Tüte Süßigkeiten und läßt das
Gartenlicht an für die 'Trick-or-treater'. Die kleinen Kinder
verkleiden sich, normalerweise als ihre Lieblingsfigur und gehen herum
und sagen "Trick or treat!" (‘Streich oder Süßigkeiten’). Die Person an
der Tür gibt den Kindern Süßigkeiten um die Kinder davon abzuhalten,
ihm einen Steich zu spielen. Dann gehen die Kinder zum nächsten Haus
und weiter durch die ganze Nachbarschaft. Thanksgiving: G. from the U.S.A.: Ich dachte ich schreibe euch mal etwas über Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving ist
eine glückliche Zeit weil die Familien zusammenkommen um den Tag
gemeinsam zu feiern. Fasching: H. from Germany: Wir feiern gar nicht Halloween. Wir haben in unserem Englischunterricht viel über das amerikanische Halloween und Thanksgiving gehört (das feiern wir auch nicht) und wir müßten eine lange Arbeit darüber schreiben. Statt Halloween haben wir Fasching, wir feiern das Ende Februar An Fasching verkleiden sich alle kleinen Kinder (bis zwölf Jahre) und feiern Kostümparties in der Schule. In einigen großen deutschen Städten feiern es alle, die ganze Stadt wird verrückt und es gibt große Umzüge durch die Stadt, aber in Berlin ist Fasching nur für kleine Kinder. D. from Germany: Leute von Deiner Schule haben uns geschrieben, daß ihr jetzt Halloween
feiert. Wie feiern das nicht, aber die meisten Leute wissen was
Halloween ist. Aber am 11. November (heute) haben wir St. Martins Tag. Indian Celebration: N. from America: There are a very, very small percentage of Native Americans living in Iowa. Mostly they live in the southwest United States. I'm not sure how different tribes relate to each other, I think it varies from tribe to tribe. Every three months or so people of American Indian descent will come to town for "Rendez-Vous" at Old Fort Madison. They will dress in clothes circa the 1800's and sleep in tents. I have a friend whose mother married a Native American and they come to visit during those times. They make crafts like dream catchers and jewelry to sell. During the time this friend and her family aren't participating in "Rendez-Vous" they live a typical modern life in Indiana. Easter: M. from America: Yesterday, I helped with a children's Easter egg hunt sponsored by the local nursing home. A friend of mine is in Key Club, a volunteer community service organization I once was involved in, and she asked me to help. What we were to do was scatter Easter eggs over this long grassy field and later divide the kids by age groups. They are lined up and when they hear the word go they are to scamper around in the area roped off for their age group and collect eggs. The only group the parents can go with their child is the 0-2 years old section, which is what my friend and I were in charge of. It was funny to see the eggs we spent a half-hour scattering over that large field disappear within a matter of seconds as the kids raced to collect all that they could. The unfunny thing was hearing how mean the parents were to the other children. I saw one mother in the 0-2 year old section literally drag her child by the arm to collect eggs over her child's cries of pain. I overheard another parent telling their child if any other child gets in their way to trip them. It made me angry to hear this. V. from Germany: I was a bit astonished about what you told me of you Easter egg hunt. In Germany the families go together for a walk (peacefully and slowly) and while they are walking the parents hide the eggs which the kids find shortly afterwards. Some people hide their eggs in the house or in the garden because they don't want to go out on a Sunday morning. I have to say that what you wrote about the egg hunting in your town is fitting in the picture many Germans have of the Americans: everything has to be fast and like a competition, the faster (or tricky) you are the more you win. 1th of May: M. from Germany: On Thursday, the 1st of May, we didn’t have to go to school. This day wasa public holiday in Germany and I think in some other European countries, too. It is the day of work and the workers and a lot of people (mainly left-winged) did demonstration marches against different things. I won’t go to the big demonstration march in Berlin because on this march there are regularly big battles of people with the police. Next Thursday and Friday will be holidays, too, because of Ascension day. Homecoming: I. from the U.S.A. Our teacher told us that you and some of the other students don't know
anything about our homecoming? I guess homecoming is a big deal here.
Alot of the schools in the U.S. participate in homecoming. Each school
celebrates their homecoming a little differently. My school has it
during football season, but some have it mid winter during basketball. Religion und Glaube (Wer glaubt was wo?) M. from America: Ich habe was über die Scientology Sache in irgendeiner neuen Sendung gehört. Sie haben was darüber gesagt, daß keine Tom Cruise und John Travolta Filme im Kino gezeigt werden oder sowas. Wie du habe ich mich gefragt was ich glauben soll. Ich weiß einfach nicht mehr weiter und ich war mir so sicher. K. from Germany: Ich habe was zu dem Scientology Problem zu sagen: es ist wahr, daß viele
Deutsche (Politiker) gegen die Gruppe sind. Wir hören dauernd
Horrorgeschichten über ihre Methoden, daß sie Familien zerstören und
daß sie Leute angreifen, die gegen sie sind. J. from Australia: Ihr wolltet wissen, was GLÜCK für uns bedeutet. Hier sind einige Ideen von unserer Schule: Glück ist der Anblick von starken, schwimmenden Kindern. Glück ist das Geräusch von lustig spielenden Wombats. Glück ist die Berührung von aufgeregten, bellenden Hunden. Glück ist der Geruch von leckeren Hot-Dogs. Glück ist der Geschmack von kaltem, schmilzendem Eis. B. from Australia: Happiness is the smell of steamy pizza. D. from Germany: What makes me happy? The sight of the Backstreet Boys, Berlin and animals. Geschichten schreiben (schreiben, lesen, lernen...) T. from the U.S.A. F I R E The cold winter days go by, tempertures drop below zero, making you feel like an eskimo and the heat in your house isn't enough. My brother crumbles the newspapers and chucks it into the dark, deep fireplace with thick pieces of wood. He strikes a match making a bright flash of light. He throws it in and instantly lightens up the dark fireplace. It warms me after minutes go by from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. I stare and daze into the orange, red, and yellow fire thinking of how the warmth reminds me of summer. As the hours pass, the fire starts to die down, and I have to wrap my blanket around me. Then the last ash of fire burns out and all the gray smoke rises up to the chimmney. I wish I had that fire for even one more hour to warm me from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet once again. E. from the U.S.A. "Autumn Afternoon" When the school bus dropped me off in front of my house, I had my mind set on. Taking the empty trashbarrels down to my garage, and then heading inside my house. But something beautifully overwhelming stopped me in my tracks. I just sat down on my bench, my eyes dancing from one luminous sight to the next. " What makes the sky so blue ?", I asked myself. Blue is a happy color, an Earth color. The joyful day was ringing with happiness and peace. The cool, crisp, strong wind tickled the trees as they gently swayed back and forth towards each other. A lone robin soars proudly overhead. I see now why everything belonging to Mother Nature holds so much beauty in each. I sit here, on my little bench, on this beautiful October Afternoon. I realize the different beauty that each leaf, acorn, bird, and tree has. The cozy, comforting shades of red, yellow, orange, and brown that each tree has by itself. The big Evergreen tree stands proudly on it's own, separated from the rest, as it's true beauty is shown. Just the other day, my brother and I collected a bucketfull of acorns and laid them out on the lawn, for the hungry little squirrels to eagerly collect. Now, as I watch before my eyes, I see a little squirrel proceeding to help himself to the pile of sweet nuts. He stops and looks at me, and I could tell by his eyes that he is not afraid of me. He just helps himself, not paying the least bit of attention to me, but still vaguely aware that I was there too, sharing the peace of nature as he is. Nature is so beautiful, the beauty that comes from within. No matter what season has arrived, Mother Nature always finds a way to capture me in breathtaking awe. Autumn will remain still my favorite. As I sit on my little bench out in this peaceful cheery world on it's own, I realize what a beautiful effect Autumn can take on a normal afternoon down to my garage, and then heading inside my house. But something beautiful... G. from the U.S.A. Waking up to Mother Nature's wonders is always an excitement for me. Laying in my bed, only half way awake I glance very peacefully, out the window on my right, and feel happiness through out my soul. I notice my surroundings with a smile. Flickering my eyes to the thought of the sun shining brightly above and beyond. Whether it be snow falling, bright sunshine, leaves scattering, or flowers blossoming, I know and believe I will still recieve the individual experience of each season. I hum to myself while listening to the relaxing, soothing song of the morning bluebirds, perched high above on smooth, sturdy branches. I recall seeing many squirrels gathering nuts and berries, with a cheery look towards life. While pondering I realize the temperature of the outdoors. It is chilly, yet in a way I feel the caring, warm rays of the sun, tingling shoots through my whole entire body. Looking at the enchanted yard makes me feel like I am standing tremendously proud on top of the world. In the evening, the sight of twinkling stars in the darkened sky is satisfying to my only needs. Truly magical, amazing stars and lights are shining up above, making you feel like you have just been born, and hadn't yet seen your first light. Springtime making you always feel so relaxed and alive, after recieving the scent of several flowers. Leaves flying with the wind, that's good old fall. Smelling sweet pine aromas from trees around you. Snow slowly piling up to your knees making you feel cold and numb all over. Summertime, on the other hand, has the sun always glistening close to you. Nature definetely has it's differences when it comes to the seasons. ............ Drifting off and still smiling, I closed my tender eyes to dream the day away. T. from the U.S.A. I LOOK OUT MY WINDOW I look out my window on a beautiful fall day, and see the colors changing on the vast trees. I see all the leaves falling down like snow. About three soar down to the gray sidewalk at a time. I've always wondered why the leaves decide to leave the tree, when they make the tree look so exhilarating, as though it was standing tall and proud. I guess they just have to change, and leave their home on the tree, just as a teenager would leave their parents. As I look down from my two-story house, I see wondrous looking flowers that are dying out because of the coldness. Oh how I wish they could stay year round, and lighten up everybody's day when they drive down my deserted street. As I look across the street, I see the old man, sitting on his lawn chair on his porch. I sit and wonder peaceful it would be, just sitting there, without a care in the world. The American flag hangs out of my neighbors window. As it blows faintly in the wind, a tree casts a shadow over it, as the sun beams down through the leaves. The sky is baby blue, and doesn't own a cloud at all. Every day when I look out my window, or walk down my street, I look around. Everything seems to be changing so fast, it seems as though it's a whole different street I'm looking out at. R. from the U.S.A. Christmas Day I was fast asleep in my nice cozy bed, when my brother came in and woke me up. When my parents woke up my brother and I opened our presents. We both got all the presents we wanted, and more. After I got dressed I went to my grandmothers with my family. As we were walking to the door my aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandmother greeted us. We exchanged presents for each other. I had to buy for Steph one of my cousins. I bought her a stuffed bear because she loves stuffed animals. Before we knew it was time to eat Christmas dinner. When I walked into the kitchen there was salad, mashed potatoes, squash, corn, cranberry sauce, pies, turkey, and cornbread on the table. L. from the U.S.A. Bedroom As my parents car drives away I could see my little sister making a quit hideous face at me. I laughed at the childish gesture and shut the door to the bright late summer afternoon. All alone in the house , you could almost feel the bright light coming from the furniture and carpet. Whit out the busy pitter - patter of feet and the hustling bustling of people moving around, sitting down, and doing other things the house seemed to be cooling down and enjoying the bright golden sun light poured in through the windows. Wanting nothing more than to relax I made my way up to my room. The dark moss green carpet felt cool under my bare feet. The white railing as well felt cold and soothing under my five fingers. Having no windows , the top of the stare case looked dark and unwelcoming. Not caring for the years of unwelcome I pushed past my memories and climbed the rest of the stairs to my bedroom. Four walls , a window , and a wall to wall carpeted floor make up the body of my room. My personal belongings , feelings I have had in their sad , happy , scared and confused make up the soul. My porcelain dolls neatly standing in a row send warm , bright colors across the room. My west faced window with it's white lace curtains let in a waterfalls of golden sunlight. On warm summer nights , cool breezes blow in and rustle my hair as I sleep. My framed pictures hang on the wall on the left of my window. Pictures of movie stars , animals and paintings stare back at me. When walking in my room the heat from their eyes can be felt on your back. My desk against the same wall holds my computer , books and other belongings. At night the desk seems to disappear in the black shadow. Only the white metallic glow of my computer can be seen in the eerie blackness. A gleaming brown chest of drawers stands against the wall near my desk. My cloths neatly folded into sections are ducked away in the dark chamber. On top are my beautiful dolls. Each doll with it's beautifully painted faces , it's soft hair under my fingers , and each with its' bright dress from deep blues to bright oranges that seem to light the room on fire when the right amount of light hits it. On the wall next to that is my bed and bookshelf. My bed with its' rose spread bed sheet send warm and sunny feelings out on the rainiest day. Cool in the summer, but warm and soft in the winter. My bookshelf next to my bed holds many of my favorite books that I love to cuddle up and read. The books themselves with their colorful tittles send light to every eye who looks upon them. When ever reading a book in my room I always feel secure and that nothing matters , but what is in front of me. On the last wall is my closet. Being very large in size I share a small portion with my sister. My cloths verging from causal to party. Each garment hanging from bright rainbow colored hangers. My shoes as bright and various as my cloths sit in a perfect line. According to color and height , they look like a rainbow carpet. My room is my hiding place. I can come up here and find almost total privacy. My room is where I shared happy moments with friends and family as well as sad ones. There are no words to describe my room and the feelings it has seen and herd through its' wallpapered walls. When I sat down, I started eating my food when I looked up and everything had froze except for me. I looked around the table. I saw my mom serving my dad corn, which was the color of the soft summer sun. My aunt feeding my cousin Zane squash which was all over him. Aunt Laurie was eating mashed potatoes witched looked like sparkling white snow on a cold winter morning. My cousins were all stuffing their faces with what ever they could get their hands on. My grandmother was carving the turkey that was cooked brown as a berry. Then there was me thinking of how lucky I am to be eating Christmas dinner with my family. A. from the U.S.A.: I got up before the sunrise of the morning, to sit on the soft sand and listen to the pounding of the water against the ocean floor. It was still dark and I couldn't see much, but then a split second later I saw a bit of the golden sun peeking over the horizon. It looked like it was coming right out of the ocean water. Each second I saw a bit more of that golden sun, it was gleaming very bright and I started to see the ocean sparkle. Now it's sparkling more and more, it is like looking into a prism as the sun is shining through it. Finally the sun is out and over my head. Now I can see the waves and they are hypnotizing me in their memorizing process. Then a squeal of a seagull brought me back to reality, those seagulls they make me mad I just feel like the color red from hearing their annoying squeals. As I looked out to sea I saw little lobster trap bowies floating up and down like a seesaw. Hopefully they have a nice surprise in them for the fisherman. It's almost at the end of the day and the sun looks like it's sinking back into the oceans horizon. I'm not seeing the sparkles in the ocean anymore but thats okay because I've had a wonderful day. As it gets colder and darker, I'm starting to pack up all my stuff. And I have to leave the beach, I'm sad that I have to go but there is always tomorrow. I hope it is as beautiful as today was. N. from the U.S.A.: The river is but a muddy brown, the sun she's shinning yellow. The huge brown waves knock against the bow. My little skiff just sits there well anchored to the bottom. I sit out there happy as the white puffy clouds that pass over head. The boat is green with a little engine that hangs heavily on its back. It justs sits and sings as the wind and waves crash on its bow. I could see the pier from here but I didn't care, for I was so happy to be free and away from land. The sky was now dark black and angered, for it knew no fear. I sat up and started to worry, but then when I saw the size of the deep black waves I pulled up the anchor in a hurry. I knew this murky black river was to show no mercy!I reeled in the fishing line plus the crab lines to, but to my surprise at the end of theline was a big bass. I threw him in the bucket, covered it up and started the engine to return to shore. When all of the sudden white rain was pelting on my life vest, as I pulled up to the beach The rollers that I had launched the boat with were not there? But I did not care, this boatwas going on that beach - rollers or no rollers! Then I jumped off the dive seat at the bow onto the shore. Then I pulled with all my strength and the boat was now on land. Soak and wet, I went in the cottage to take a nice long relaxing rest! M. from the U.S.A.: The Hockey Game
The sweat that rolled down my forehead and into my eyes stung like salt in a wound. I wiped it away and looked back tensely at the game. Even though the game was almost over, the final minute or so seemed like an eternity. When I saw the puck bouncing around wildly, I wished I were on the ice to swat it clear of danger. Many of the shots came agonizingly close, but our goalie was there. On more than one occasion our goalie made a seemingly impossible save to keep us on top by one. As the whistle blew, signifying a face-off, I took a sip of water, swished it around in my mouth, and spit it out. Then I started to climb over the boards to take the face-off, my coach gave me last minute advice and encouragement. I bent over and stared at my opponent and saw that he was as determined as I was to win the face-off. I put my stick on the ice and glanced at the man in a black and white striped shirt with black pants. When he dropped the puck, the opposing center and I battled furiously for possession of the puck. Seeing that neither one of us was gaining control our teammates came to help get possession of the elusive puck. Finally, the puck landed on my stick and I shot it up ice. The other team had pulled their goalie in an attempt to tie the score. Despite their best efforts, the defensemen could not catch the speeding puck as it raced, untouched, into the vacant net. I had scored the goal that clinched the win for my team. A few seconds later the buzzer sounded and the game was over. There was a loud whoop from the bench and stands as players and fans cheered loudly at our victory. While we celebrated the other team hung their heads in disappointment. I knew how it felt to lose. The feelings of frustration and failure, finding out that youre not as good as you thought you were. The mixture of sadness and jubilation on the ice carried into the stands with the parents and relatives of the players. The enthusiastic cheers from the parents and fans drowned out the sounds of congragulations and the shaking of hands as the two teams met at center ice. As they called names and handed out trophies, I waited like a child on Christmas Eve, impatient and wondering when I would be called. At last, the announcers called my name. They mispronounced it, figures, but I didnt care. My time in the spotlight had finally come. I remembered the previous year when we had finished second. I also looked forward to the next year and hoped it would end as happily as this one. But, I concentrated on celebrating this years victory. I was very happy as I heard people screaming my name and cheering for my team. S. from the U.S.A.: The Storm Here I am sitting on the very edge of my hard wooden chair, staring at a very intense storm outside. The angry dark black clouds that hover over my house hurl out drops of rain. The rain hits the house and trickles very slowly, and calmly down the side of the window I am looking out of. The sound of the consistent rain gives me a calm soothing feeling, that reminds me of the consistent back and forth movement of a rocking chair. The wind comes and makes a very faint but distinct whistling sound, as it winds its way through and around the tiny cracks in my house. Then the wind picks up and the whistling sound gets louder and louder. The sound gives off a bone chilling feel. I t almost sounds as if it is creeping up behind me. Now a sudden flash of light comes speeding down from the angry clouds above. The flash lights up the sky for a tiny second just long enough to see the outline of the trees swaying back and forth. Then the flash goes away as fast as it came. After the flash is gone it leaves no evidence of it ever being there. Just as I start to calm down a very loud cracking sound rumbles through the sky. The loud sound you can feel inside you as it makes the whole house shake in fear. Then the loud crash gets softer and softer until I can't hear it anymore. As the thunder gets father, and father away from me, and it takes the dark angry clouds with it. Now all that is left is the soothing consistent sound of the rain. I now know that I am safe, and move backwards from the edge of my chair. Veröffentlichungen zum Einsatz von E-mail im Unterricht
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