lunes, 31 de marzo de 2014
INVENTOS QUE HACEN NUESTRA VIDA MÁS FÁCIL
Alguna vez has pensado que se te ha ocurrido un invento que es una tontería. No subestimes tu imaginación y mira que inventos más simples han hecho nuestro día a día más fácil. ¿Quién sabe? quizás tú seas un gran inventor.
LANDSLIDE IN OSO, WASHINGTON
On Saturday, March 22, 2014, at 10:37 a.m. local time, a
major mudslide occurred 6.4 km east of Oso, Washington, United States.
A portion of an unstable
hillside known as the "Hazel Landslide" collapsed, sending mud and
debris across the North Fork of the Stillaguamish River and
onto the adjacent river valley, covering an area of approximately 2.6 km2.
[update] Excluding landslides caused by volcanic eruptions, earthquakes or dam collapses, this is the deadliest single landslide event in
United States history.
sábado, 29 de marzo de 2014
ENTREGA DE NOTAS SEGUNDA EVALUACIÓN
Estimas padres:
Os convoco el próximo lunes 31 de marzo para la entrega de notas de vuestros hijos y para analizar los resultados de la segunda evaluación. La reunión tendrá lugar de 16:00 a 16:30 en el aula de 5ªA.
Espero vuestra asistencia.
Gracias.Ana Isabel Robles García
miércoles, 26 de marzo de 2014
martes, 25 de marzo de 2014
domingo, 23 de marzo de 2014
sábado, 15 de marzo de 2014
CARNAVAL EN EL COLE
sábado, 8 de marzo de 2014
viernes, 7 de marzo de 2014
miércoles, 5 de marzo de 2014
FANTASTIC MR FOX
Chapter 7: We will never let him go.
At six
o’clock in the evening, Bean switched off the motor of his tractor and climbed
down from the driver’s seat. Bunce did the same. Both men had had enough. They
were tired and stiff from driving the tractors all day. They were also hungry.
Slowly they walked over to the small fox’s hole in the bottom of the huge
crater. Bean’s face was purple with rage. Bunce was cursing the fox with dirty
words that cannot be printed. Boggis came waddling up. ‘Dang and blast that
filthy stinking fox!’ he said. ‘What the heck do we do now?’
‘I’ll tell
you what we don’t do,’ Bean said. ‘We don’t let him go!’
‘We’ll never
let him go!’ Bunce declared.
‘Never never
never!’ cried Boggis.
‘Did you hear
that, Mr Fox!’ yelled Bean, bending low and shouting down the hole. ‘It’s not
over yet, Mr Fox! We’re not going home till we’ve strung you up dead as a
dingbat!’ Whereupon the three men all shook hands with one another and swore a
solemn oath that they would not go back to their farms until the fox was
caught.
‘What’s the
next move?’ asked Bunce, the pot-bellied dwarf.
‘We’re
sending you down the hole to fetch him up,’ said Bean. ‘Down you go, you miserable
midget!’
‘Not me!’
screamed Bunce, running away.
Bean made a
sickly smile. When he smiled you saw his scarlet gums. You saw more gums than
teeth. ‘Then there’s only one thing to do,’ he said. ‘We starve him out. We
camp here day and night watching the hole. He’ll come out in the end. He’ll
have to.’
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