03/11/2006
I've problems with my last post!
I wrote a post on Wednesday, the 8th of March, but I don't know why you can't see it in our community!! I suppose it is lost in the cybernetic space!!!
If you would like to read it you can go to my blog cliking on the list on the right column in this page.
Thank you very much!
12:30 Posted in Blog | Permalink | Comments (13) | Email this | Tags: EOI El Prat 4-2005
A naughty incident, thank goodness it wasn’t a naughty accident!
The idea for this text is taken from a writing exercice from the workbook, I know, I'm not very original, but, anyway, I think it's quite funny! and... "Difficult to believe".
I must have been about eleven years old, and my older brother about thirteen and a half.We were all alone in the house because we were just on summer holidays and my mother went to do the daily shopping.
It was June, the day after Sant Joan, or Sant Pedro’s . We used to look for firecrackers in the streets the day after the bonfires night, because there are always a lot of firecrackers that hadn’t exploded yet. We used to take their gunpowder out and make our own fireworks. Well, my brother has always enjoyed with fire, I just watched what he did.
That day we decided make a explosive Roman candle in the middle of the rear courtyard, and that’s what we did, or what we tried to do! Instead of that, it was something like a dull explosion and a great mushroom of smoke from the ground floor to the third or fourth floor. Something incredible. And after that, about ten more minutes like in a dense white fog, with that peculiar smell of burned gunpowder trying to come in the house, and we trying to keep it outside, spinning towells, and with the fan.
When my mum came in asked us:
“Is a smell of burning in here, isn’t it? “
And we answered, as if my mother was stupid, or something…
“Mmm, no, well…, mmmm, no…, I don’t know!”
My mother went ballistic! I don’t remember exactly what the punishment was, but as you can imagine, she was quite angry with us, specially with my brother ( the experiment brain).
Looking back, it could’ve been really serious. I mean, just imagine if we had caught fire to the house, or if “that” would had exploded on our hands. We must’ve been mad.
12:15 Posted in memories | Permalink | Comments (2) | Email this | Tags: EOI El Prat 4-2005
02/22/2006
How are we bringing our children up?
I was about to scold him while I saw that he was playing with his parent! Then, I said nothing to him, of course.
I went on unfastening my bike: now we’re lucky, we at last have our own bike rack!
At that moment they thumped me with the ball, I don’t know who, whether the father or the son, well, it didn’t really matter.
I turned around slowly, and the child came to pick his ball off the ground. I asked:
“Have you seen me?”
He just answered me with a forced smile, and nothing more. Then I asked him very slowly, in a loud voice, in order to be heard by the parent:
“Ought you not to say to me something?”
He just answered me again with an even forcered smile.
I just couldn’t believe my eyes! Nothing more from the child, he just picked the ball off the ground and went on playing, but, what it’s worst, nothing more from the parent!
Now I clearly understand the big behaviour problems this child has at the school being only 8 years old.
Fortunately there are a lot of good parents, who are making a very good job with their children, all of them know that bringing up children is a hard work, but it’s well worth the effort. Thanks them!
19:35 Posted in Relationship | Permalink | Comments (4) | Email this | Tags: EOI El Prat 4-2005