PHOTOS. STUDENTS FROM HOLLAND:Up to down: Sebastien, Jim Keen-Jas;Pamela, Bibiche, Vicent,Jip, Eva, Loes, Iris;Nienke, Jap, Tom, Esme,Tanja;Kevin,Teun

December's poem for Bachillerato

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

December's joke for ESO.

Patient: Doctor, I have a pain in my eye whenever I drink tea.
Doctor: Take the spoon out of the mug before you drink.

Photos from the students at Lowville who are writing mails to 2 bach. b (1)

Photos from the students at Lowville who are writing mails to 2 bach. b (2)

Photos from the students at Lowville who are writing mails to 2 bach. b (3)

PHOTOS. STUDENTS FROM LOWVILLE, NEW YORK, USA

These students are writing to 2 bach b this year.

NEW YORK, NEW YORK. Some views of the city+Spanish VIPS

NOVEMBER'S JOKE FOR ESO.

A man goes to the doctor and says, "Doctor, wherever I touch, it hurts."
The doctor asks, "What do you mean?"
The man says, "When I touch my shoulder, it really hurts. If I touch my knee - OUCH! When I touch my forehead, it really, really hurts."
The doctor says, "I know what's wrong with you - you've broken your finger!"

NOVEMBER'S POEM FOR BACHILLERATO: DOUBLE TROUBLE.

Please spare me a thought
For the cause of my frowns
My teacher's just taught me
the plurals of nouns

So let's start with a fox
Well, the plural is foxes
But change it to ox
We have oxen, not "oxes"

Man
Peas & corn He becomes they:
Man becomes men
So I think I can say
Humans are "humen"!

Explain to me please:
On my plate are pink prawns
The green things are peas
Make the yellow ones "corns"!

So foot becomes feet?
There's no logic at all ...
Because boots are not "beet"
... And you say 'six foot tall'

A pair of trousers - OK?
But I see only one.
Can you please say
Where the other has gone?

WHEN IN FOXBORO

When in Foxboro we were fireworkers, we talked to the Native people in Plimouth Plantation, we saw bloody Salem, we stayed at the best hotel in Boston -just for the photo- and we went to the city where Jack Kerouac was born.

SPANISH EXCHANGE XIRIVELLA-FOXBORO!!!!

AMERICAN AND SPANISH STUDENTS TOGETHER.