Starting from scratch by Philip David Grey, Bjørkelangen vgs
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communication, and after three months I observed that my pupils, some of whom could only count to three and say Big Mac in English at the beginning of the course, were able to communicate better than I could in French after enduring five years of the grammar-translation method at school. Although I used a whole host of props, by Christmas I felt that I could probably teach any structure at the beginner grammatical struc gram level using one of my trusty pens: Is this a pen orr a book? ok? TThis pen is the longest; I’m slowlyy puttingg my pe pen on the table; what wass Maria Do Dolores olores doing while I
“Scratch”
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I began my teaching career twenty-five years ago in Barcelona, where I used the “this is a pen” Inlingua method to teach English to young adult beginners. Using simple props, pictures, a lot of only si the target language, I would miming and th particular language demonstrate a partic structure until my students appeared to have grasped the idea, and then I would encourage them to reproduce it among th themselves. l Fi Fixedd ddrills ill were soon followed by transformations, with the aim always being to reach free practice by the end of the lesson. Rooted firmly in the tradition of the direct method, the focus was unashamedly on oral
was putting my pen on the table? I want to write something so should I use my pen or should I use my book? I found the whole experience invigorating and rewarding. My students learned how to understand and speak English, and I became virtually unbeatable at charades. However, working with beginners is a bit like teaching scales on the piano all the time; you never really get to hear the music. I wanted to be able to discuss the content of a text with my students, rather than ask them to read a dialogue
As he was wheeled out of Howard County General Hospital, John couldn’t help wondering if he was being punished for something. Only a month earlier he couldn’t believe his luck. He’d won just enough money to buy a used 360 Modena, F-1 Spider. He’d always dreamed of owning a red Ferrari. Within a week of scratching the lottery ticket he was sitting behind the wheel of his metal monster. He was used to the quiet dirt tracks of his hometown and the big city traffic confused him. He felt like he was being asked a hundred questions, all at the same time. All he remembered about the crash was thinking “Insurance ain’t gonna cover this mess”. In fact the car was insured, but the medical expenses ate everything up. He was broke again, and all he’d gained was a long scar down his left leg.