Cuestionario.
Instrucciones: Contesta las siguientes preguntas con base en la información del texto y escríbelas en tu cuaderno.
1. ¿Quién es el personaje principal?
2. ¿Qué es lo que busca el personaje?
3. ¿En qué estación del año inicia la historia?
4. ¿En qué estación del año finaliza la historia?
5. ¿Cómo termina el personaje?
viernes, 22 de junio de 2007
Lectura
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
THE BUTTERFLY
THERE was once a butterfly who wished for a bride, and, as may be supposed, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among the flowers. He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the flower-beds, and found that the flowers were seated quietly and demurely on their stalks, just as maidens should sit before they are engaged; but there was a great number of them, and it appeared as if his search would become very wearisome. The butterfly did not like to take too much trouble, so he flew off on a visit to the daisies. The French call this flower "Marguerite," and they say that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the leaves, and as they pluck each leaf, they ask a question about their lovers; thus: "Does he or she love me?- Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?" and so on. Every one speaks these words in his own language. The butterfly came also to Marguerite to inquire, but he did not pluck off her leaves; he pressed a kiss on each of them, for he thought there was always more to be done by kindness.
"Darling Marguerite daisy," he said to her, "you are the wisest woman of all the flowers. Pray tell me which of the flowers I shall choose for my wife. Which will be my bride? When I know, I will fly directly to her, and propose."
But Marguerite did not answer him; she was offended that he should call her a woman when she was only a girl; and there is a great difference. He asked her a second time, and then a third; but she remained dumb, and answered not a word. Then he would wait no longer, but flew away, to commence his wooing at once. It was in the early spring, when the crocus and the snowdrop were in full bloom.
"They are very pretty," thought the butterfly; "charming little lasses; but they are rather formal."
Then, as the young lads often do, he looked out for the elder girls. He next flew to the anemones; these were rather sour to his taste. The violet, a little too sentimental. The lime-blossoms, too small, and besides, there was such a large family of them. The apple-blossoms, though they looked like roses, bloomed to-day, but might fall off to-morrow, with the first wind that blew; and he thought that a marriage with one of them might last too short a time. The pea-blossom pleased him most of all; she was white and red, graceful and slender, and belonged to those domestic maidens who have a pretty appearance, and can yet be useful in the kitchen. He was just about to make her an offer, when, close by the maiden, he saw a pod, with a withered flower hanging at the end.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"That is my sister," replied the pea-blossom.
"Oh, indeed; and you will be like her some day," said he; and he flew away directly, for he felt quite shocked.
A honeysuckle hung forth from the hedge, in full bloom; but there were so many girls like her, with long faces and sallow complexions. No; he did not like her. But which one did he like?
Spring went by, and summer drew towards its close; autumn came; but he had not decided. The flowers now appeared in their most gorgeous robes, but all in vain; they had not the fresh, fragrant air of youth. For the heart asks for fragrance, even when it is no longer young; and there is very little of that to be found in the dahlias or the dry chrysanthemums; therefore the butterfly turned to the mint on the ground. You know, this plant has no blossom; but it is sweetness all over,- full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf.
"I will take her," said the butterfly; and he made her an offer. But the mint stood silent and stiff, as she listened to him. At last she said,-
"Friendship, if you please; nothing more. I am old, and you are old, but we may live for each other just the same; as to marrying- no; don't let us appear ridiculous at our age."
And so it happened that the butterfly got no wife at all. He had been too long choosing, which is always a bad plan. And the butterfly became what is called an old bachelor.
It was late in the autumn, with rainy and cloudy weather. The cold wind blew over the bowed backs of the willows, so that they creaked again. It was not the weather for flying about in summer clothes; but fortunately the butterfly was not out in it. He had got a shelter by chance. It was in a room heated by a stove, and as warm as summer. He could exist here, he said, well enough.
"But it is not enough merely to exist," said he, "I need freedom, sunshine, and a little flower for a companion."
Then he flew against the window-pane, and was seen and admired by those in the room, who caught him, and stuck him on a pin, in a box of curiosities. They could not do more for him.
"Now I am perched on a stalk, like the flowers," said the butterfly. "It is not very pleasant, certainly; I should imagine it is something like being married; for here I am stuck fast." And with this thought he consoled himself a little.
"That seems very poor consolation," said one of the plants in the room, that grew in a pot.
"Ah," thought the butterfly, "one can't very well trust these plants in pots; they have too much to do with mankind."
THE END.
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
THE BUTTERFLY
THERE was once a butterfly who wished for a bride, and, as may be supposed, he wanted to choose a very pretty one from among the flowers. He glanced, with a very critical eye, at all the flower-beds, and found that the flowers were seated quietly and demurely on their stalks, just as maidens should sit before they are engaged; but there was a great number of them, and it appeared as if his search would become very wearisome. The butterfly did not like to take too much trouble, so he flew off on a visit to the daisies. The French call this flower "Marguerite," and they say that the little daisy can prophesy. Lovers pluck off the leaves, and as they pluck each leaf, they ask a question about their lovers; thus: "Does he or she love me?- Ardently? Distractedly? Very much? A little? Not at all?" and so on. Every one speaks these words in his own language. The butterfly came also to Marguerite to inquire, but he did not pluck off her leaves; he pressed a kiss on each of them, for he thought there was always more to be done by kindness.
"Darling Marguerite daisy," he said to her, "you are the wisest woman of all the flowers. Pray tell me which of the flowers I shall choose for my wife. Which will be my bride? When I know, I will fly directly to her, and propose."
But Marguerite did not answer him; she was offended that he should call her a woman when she was only a girl; and there is a great difference. He asked her a second time, and then a third; but she remained dumb, and answered not a word. Then he would wait no longer, but flew away, to commence his wooing at once. It was in the early spring, when the crocus and the snowdrop were in full bloom.
"They are very pretty," thought the butterfly; "charming little lasses; but they are rather formal."
Then, as the young lads often do, he looked out for the elder girls. He next flew to the anemones; these were rather sour to his taste. The violet, a little too sentimental. The lime-blossoms, too small, and besides, there was such a large family of them. The apple-blossoms, though they looked like roses, bloomed to-day, but might fall off to-morrow, with the first wind that blew; and he thought that a marriage with one of them might last too short a time. The pea-blossom pleased him most of all; she was white and red, graceful and slender, and belonged to those domestic maidens who have a pretty appearance, and can yet be useful in the kitchen. He was just about to make her an offer, when, close by the maiden, he saw a pod, with a withered flower hanging at the end.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"That is my sister," replied the pea-blossom.
"Oh, indeed; and you will be like her some day," said he; and he flew away directly, for he felt quite shocked.
A honeysuckle hung forth from the hedge, in full bloom; but there were so many girls like her, with long faces and sallow complexions. No; he did not like her. But which one did he like?
Spring went by, and summer drew towards its close; autumn came; but he had not decided. The flowers now appeared in their most gorgeous robes, but all in vain; they had not the fresh, fragrant air of youth. For the heart asks for fragrance, even when it is no longer young; and there is very little of that to be found in the dahlias or the dry chrysanthemums; therefore the butterfly turned to the mint on the ground. You know, this plant has no blossom; but it is sweetness all over,- full of fragrance from head to foot, with the scent of a flower in every leaf.
"I will take her," said the butterfly; and he made her an offer. But the mint stood silent and stiff, as she listened to him. At last she said,-
"Friendship, if you please; nothing more. I am old, and you are old, but we may live for each other just the same; as to marrying- no; don't let us appear ridiculous at our age."
And so it happened that the butterfly got no wife at all. He had been too long choosing, which is always a bad plan. And the butterfly became what is called an old bachelor.
It was late in the autumn, with rainy and cloudy weather. The cold wind blew over the bowed backs of the willows, so that they creaked again. It was not the weather for flying about in summer clothes; but fortunately the butterfly was not out in it. He had got a shelter by chance. It was in a room heated by a stove, and as warm as summer. He could exist here, he said, well enough.
"But it is not enough merely to exist," said he, "I need freedom, sunshine, and a little flower for a companion."
Then he flew against the window-pane, and was seen and admired by those in the room, who caught him, and stuck him on a pin, in a box of curiosities. They could not do more for him.
"Now I am perched on a stalk, like the flowers," said the butterfly. "It is not very pleasant, certainly; I should imagine it is something like being married; for here I am stuck fast." And with this thought he consoled himself a little.
"That seems very poor consolation," said one of the plants in the room, that grew in a pot.
"Ah," thought the butterfly, "one can't very well trust these plants in pots; they have too much to do with mankind."
THE END.
SESIÓN 5
Plan de clase
Elaborado por: Ivonne Pozos Moreno, Azucena Higareda, Eduardo Rodríguez y Aurora Pérez.
Comprensión de lectura, Inglés III.
Nivel de comprensión del tema: Reciclaje
Objetivo específico: El alumno utilizará sus conocimientos acerca de práfrasis para la elaboración de una con base en la lectura "The Butterfly" de Hans Christin Andersen.
Prelectura:Activación de conocimientos previos.
Los alumnos verán un poster que contiene una breve biografía del autor del texto e imágenes alusivas al mismo. Actividad individual. 10 minutos
Posteriormente dan una lluvia de ideas de acuerdo a lo que vieron en el poster, se escribirán en el pizarrón. Actividad grupal. 5 minutos.
Se hará un breve comentario grupal con base en la lluvia de ideas. 5 minutos
Lectura:Se da el texto a los alumnos y lo leen. Actividad en pareja. 15 minutos.
Los alumnos contestan un cuestionario de cinco preguntas guiadas para que conozcan, entiendan y se familiaricen con el contenido y tema del texto. Actividad en parejas. 15 minutos.
Los alumnos hacen una interpretación del texto aplicándola a las relaciones humanas, y comentan. Actividad en equipo de 3 ó 4 integrantes. 15 minutos.
Slide story: Los alumnos ven una slide story que contiene los pasajes más relevantes del cuento para reafirmar la comprensión del mismo y les servirá de base para la realización de su paráfrasis. Actividad individual. 10-15 minutos.
Poslectura:Los alumnos realizan una paráfrasis del cuento y se revisa de manera grupal. 20 minutos.
Tarea: Los alumnos realizan un poster con su paráfrasis y la envían al blog del profesor. Además escogen 5 trabajos diferentes y realizan comentarios sobre el poster de sus compañeros.
Plan de clase
Elaborado por: Ivonne Pozos Moreno, Azucena Higareda, Eduardo Rodríguez y Aurora Pérez.
Comprensión de lectura, Inglés III.
Nivel de comprensión del tema: Reciclaje
Objetivo específico: El alumno utilizará sus conocimientos acerca de práfrasis para la elaboración de una con base en la lectura "The Butterfly" de Hans Christin Andersen.
Prelectura:Activación de conocimientos previos.
Los alumnos verán un poster que contiene una breve biografía del autor del texto e imágenes alusivas al mismo. Actividad individual. 10 minutos
Posteriormente dan una lluvia de ideas de acuerdo a lo que vieron en el poster, se escribirán en el pizarrón. Actividad grupal. 5 minutos.
Se hará un breve comentario grupal con base en la lluvia de ideas. 5 minutos
Lectura:Se da el texto a los alumnos y lo leen. Actividad en pareja. 15 minutos.
Los alumnos contestan un cuestionario de cinco preguntas guiadas para que conozcan, entiendan y se familiaricen con el contenido y tema del texto. Actividad en parejas. 15 minutos.
Los alumnos hacen una interpretación del texto aplicándola a las relaciones humanas, y comentan. Actividad en equipo de 3 ó 4 integrantes. 15 minutos.
Slide story: Los alumnos ven una slide story que contiene los pasajes más relevantes del cuento para reafirmar la comprensión del mismo y les servirá de base para la realización de su paráfrasis. Actividad individual. 10-15 minutos.
Poslectura:Los alumnos realizan una paráfrasis del cuento y se revisa de manera grupal. 20 minutos.
Tarea: Los alumnos realizan un poster con su paráfrasis y la envían al blog del profesor. Además escogen 5 trabajos diferentes y realizan comentarios sobre el poster de sus compañeros.
jueves, 21 de junio de 2007
Reseña de Slidestory
Perdón faltó la reseña. En slidestory puedes encontrar las categorías en que se agrupan las diferentes historias, por ejemplo: hobbies, lifestyle, arts, education, real estate, recreation, etc. También cuenta con la información de tu cuenta -My slidestory- donde puedes crear tus historias y añadir podcast. Además, cuenta con un espacio llamado Areas, donde se encuentran FAQ, noticias, entre otros
Perdón faltó la reseña. En slidestory puedes encontrar las categorías en que se agrupan las diferentes historias, por ejemplo: hobbies, lifestyle, arts, education, real estate, recreation, etc. También cuenta con la información de tu cuenta -My slidestory- donde puedes crear tus historias y añadir podcast. Además, cuenta con un espacio llamado Areas, donde se encuentran FAQ, noticias, entre otros
Sesión 4
No he utilizado Power Point, pero por lo que he visto, creo que el Slidestory tiene la ventaja de poder añadir audio a las imágenes.
Considero que esta herramienta es muy útil en la docencia, ya que puedes utilizarlo para diferentes contenidos, como: conectores de secuencia/cronología, organizadores gráficos, predicción de contenido/verificación-rechazo de hipótesis...
En especial me agradó el slidestory de Araceli, es corto, en español, y es personal; así los muchachos se dan cuenta que no es necesario una historia muy larga, que para tratar el tema pueden utilizar el español y además, con eso de que son curiosos sobre la vida de sus profesores, se enteran de ciertos aspectos.
No he utilizado Power Point, pero por lo que he visto, creo que el Slidestory tiene la ventaja de poder añadir audio a las imágenes.
Considero que esta herramienta es muy útil en la docencia, ya que puedes utilizarlo para diferentes contenidos, como: conectores de secuencia/cronología, organizadores gráficos, predicción de contenido/verificación-rechazo de hipótesis...
En especial me agradó el slidestory de Araceli, es corto, en español, y es personal; así los muchachos se dan cuenta que no es necesario una historia muy larga, que para tratar el tema pueden utilizar el español y además, con eso de que son curiosos sobre la vida de sus profesores, se enteran de ciertos aspectos.
Por fin quedó mi segundo poster, échale un vistazo!!!
http://poster.4teachers.org/view/poster.php?poster_id=224864 .
http://poster.4teachers.org/view/poster.php?poster_id=224864 .
miércoles, 20 de junio de 2007
Sesión 3
1. ¿Qué es el "Project Poster"?
Es una herrameinta digital que permite crear un poster y publicarlo en el internet. Un poster es una fotografía -de tu elección- con un comentario breve y alusivo al contenido de aquella.
2. ¿Qué aplicaciones podrías darle a esta herramienta en tu contexto docente?
En primer semestre podría pedir a los muchachos crear un poster sobre el posesivo anglosajón. Más adelante pediría realizar una paráfrasis y/o resúmen de un texto y crear un poster del tema.
3. ¿Qué dificultades podrías encontrarte para aplicarlo con tus alumnos?
No tener acceso a la sala de cómputo.
Que los estudiantes se queden en blanco al pedirles que escriban el comentario que acompaña la foto.
4.¿Cómo las resolverías?
Apartar la sala con anticiapación y super planear la sesión para aprovecharla al máximo.
Pedir a los alumnos que realizen su comentario en clase, para guiarlos, darles ideas y/o ejemplos.
1. ¿Qué es el "Project Poster"?
Es una herrameinta digital que permite crear un poster y publicarlo en el internet. Un poster es una fotografía -de tu elección- con un comentario breve y alusivo al contenido de aquella.
2. ¿Qué aplicaciones podrías darle a esta herramienta en tu contexto docente?
En primer semestre podría pedir a los muchachos crear un poster sobre el posesivo anglosajón. Más adelante pediría realizar una paráfrasis y/o resúmen de un texto y crear un poster del tema.
3. ¿Qué dificultades podrías encontrarte para aplicarlo con tus alumnos?
No tener acceso a la sala de cómputo.
Que los estudiantes se queden en blanco al pedirles que escriban el comentario que acompaña la foto.
4.¿Cómo las resolverías?
Apartar la sala con anticiapación y super planear la sesión para aprovecharla al máximo.
Pedir a los alumnos que realizen su comentario en clase, para guiarlos, darles ideas y/o ejemplos.
Hola
Quisiera compartir con ustedes uno de mis hobbies más emocionantes, les dejo el link:
http://poster.4teachers.org/view/poster.php?poster_id=224652
Quisiera compartir con ustedes uno de mis hobbies más emocionantes, les dejo el link:
http://poster.4teachers.org/view/poster.php?poster_id=224652
martes, 19 de junio de 2007
Sesión 2
Aprendí que un blog es una plataforma que permite crear una página de internet para intercambiar información; dicho espacio es gratuito, se puede personalizar y bloquear el acceso de visitantes que no deseas.
La teoría es muy útil para entender lo que es un blog, pero al crear uno, es cuando se vive la verdadera experiencia...... hay que tener mucha paciencia para lograrlo!
En cuanto a su aplicación en mis cursos, considero que sería muy atractivo para los alumnos realizar cuestionarios, subir sus vídeos, o incluso realizar un exámen utilizando esta herramienta digital.
Aprendí que un blog es una plataforma que permite crear una página de internet para intercambiar información; dicho espacio es gratuito, se puede personalizar y bloquear el acceso de visitantes que no deseas.
La teoría es muy útil para entender lo que es un blog, pero al crear uno, es cuando se vive la verdadera experiencia...... hay que tener mucha paciencia para lograrlo!
En cuanto a su aplicación en mis cursos, considero que sería muy atractivo para los alumnos realizar cuestionarios, subir sus vídeos, o incluso realizar un exámen utilizando esta herramienta digital.
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