Women's cause

C/Sant Joan 19º, 1º 1ª

Lleida
17487
14th April 2015

GLOBAL NETWORK FOR RIGHTS AND DEVELOPMENT

Avenida de las Cortes Valencianas, 39, planta 13 letra D, 

46015 

Valencia, Spain

To whom it may concern

I'm writing to file a complaint about the sexism ideas that still remain in our society. I wish someone would stop the massive propagation of that sexist ideas. All that mums that are taking care of her children while working, all the women that are the responsible for cleaning the house, Skinny models in fashion shows, lower salaries for the women, people even use “like a girl” as an insult.... Actually, I can write a long list of cases that prove the currently sexist ideas in our society. I think that's outrageous. So please, do something to stop that. 

We suffer the period once a month, we carry the baby during 9 months, and finally we suffer in the birth. We are not weak. We don't diserve all this sexism. We shall be lauded by all the men in the world. 

Yours sincerely, Ana Angulo Sánchez. 

Self evaluation

• Language 20%  We used an understandable vocabulary, and we learned some new words 2
• Presentation 10% We did a really cutie prezi, with pink details (I hate pink, but I let this happen because I really love Léna.) It was useful and practical. 1
• Body language and eye contact 10% I'm really ashamed about this. I was really nervous, and I screwed it up. 0
• Structure 10% It was well structured, in a useful way. 1
• Pronunciation 10% I need to work on it. 0'5
• Content 40%  It was a difficult topic to work about, because it's hard to find all the pros and cons about the paper and the digital. But I think that the classmates enjoyed it. 3'5

                                                                                          Final mark: 8

Opinion essay

Does humour play an important role in life?

Personally, I think that humour plays a really important role in our daily lives. Why? Well... Because the humour affects directly our mood. Humour can even completely change it.

And the fact that when we see someone crying, we always try to make some silly jokes or actions to make him or her laugh, proves it. We do this because we think that the fact of laughing ends with sadness. And also we know that if this person laughs, he/she will forget the sad think that gets him/her down (Maybe not forever, but yes at this moment).

When you try to help this sad person, immediately he or she feels better (or normally they do). And if you're a lonely person, you can help yourself. For example, when I'm on a bad mood or sad, I watch comical videos in you-tube.

So, in conclusion, I think that a little bit of humour never hurts, and all the people shall spend one hour minimum to forget the problems and just laugh.

Opinion essay

Torture: Nor an art nor culture. 

In general people think that the animals can be underestimated because they are not rational beings. But how rational is someone who defends bullfighting being an art? 

Art is understood as the expression of your feelings and ideas by the production of something original by you according to aesthetic principles and having more than an ordinary significance. Art would never involve swords, blood or the constant suffering of the innocent bull. 

However, In my opinion what is more outrageous is to see a bullfighter proud to rise his award: the animal's ears or it's tail. In both cases they are cut off from the dead but still hot animal's body. Although many Spanish people agree with bullfighting being a beautiful and patriotic tradition. I disagree with the fact that this type of bulls are specially grown up to end up in a bullring. 

In summary, I think that this awful tradition should be eradicated, because it attempts on the animal's dignity. 

Self-evaluation

We used a prezi with some pictures and apart from this, we showed a little part of a video. I think that the structure of our presentation was okay and generally, all the words we used were easy, and we wrote a little glossary at the whiteboard, with the most difficult words. Moreover I think that our pronunciation was okay.

 Well,I was a little bit nervous. In my view maybe it was so much static but about the eye contact, I was looking my classmates all the time.

In conclusion, I'm proud of this oral presentation, because I think that I was less nervous than in the oral presentations from last year. And I think that all of my classmates enjoyed the presentation.

 

Reality is a prision.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Evelyn. She was really unhappy because she hated the world where she lived. A world without trees, without animals. The forests had become skyscrapers and all the animals had died or had been killed. All the animals, except one. The most dangerous, destructive, selfish and cruel. The only animal stupid enough to kill the only place where he can live: The human. The blame was on them, because they never had respected the nature. They were killers. They had killed the earth. 

Evelyn couldn't understand anything. She loved the nature since always, and her best friends always had been the animals and the plants. She never liked the humans. And the humans never liked her, because she always had been different.

Every day, Evelyn got lost inside the city, until she arrived to a square named Oasis. This square was the only place in the world, where still existed a little piece of natural life. In the middle of this special square, there was an enormous tree surrounded by weed. She toke off her boots to feel the weed under her nude feet. The trunk had become black, because of the contamination. The branches were bare. When she touched it, a lot of pictures filled her head. She dreamed about an enormous forest, full of trees, full of flowers, full of insects, with a lot of bunnies jumping beside her. She missed so much the green earth. She missed those days when she went to the river, which crossed the forest. She missed the angel of the nature. She started to cry, because if the earth would be dead, she would be dead too. 

Suddenly, Evelyn opened his eyes. It was just a nightmare. But she was cold, and she felt her feet so wet. When she looked her feet, them were dirty. As if her would be runing by the weed.