lunes, 28 de enero de 2013
Dear students 7thC-D-E
My dear students 7th C-D-E:We are goin to study ordinal and cardinal numbers, please practice with this link. and talk in clas about it
Table of Ordinal Numbers
| 1 | st | first | 11 | th | eleventh | 21 | st | twenty-first | 31 | st | thirty-first | ||
| 2 | nd | second | 12 | th | twelfth | 22 | nd | twenty-second | 40 | th | fortieth | ||
| 3 | rd | third | 13 | th | thirteenth | 23 | rd | twenty-third | 50 | th | fiftieth | ||
| 4 | th | fourth | 14 | th | fourteenth | 24 | th | twenty-fourth | 60 | th | sixtieth | ||
| 5 | th | fifth | 15 | th | fifteenth | 25 | th | twenty-fifth | 70 | th | seventieth | ||
| 6 | th | sixth | 16 | th | sixteenth | 26 | th | twenty-sixth | 80 | th | eightieth | ||
| 7 | th | seventh | 17 | th | seventeenth | 27 | th | twenty-seventh | 90 | th | ninetieth | ||
| 8 | th | eighth | 18 | th | eighteenth | 28 | th | twenty-eighth | 100 | th | one hundredth | ||
| 9 | th | ninth | 19 | th | nineteenth | 29 | th | twenty-ninth | 1,000 | th | one thousandth | ||
| 10 | th | tenth | 20 | th | twentieth | 30 | th | thirtieth | 1,000,000 | th | one millionth | ||
Form
Spelling of Ordinal Numbers
Just add th to the cardinal number:
- four - fourth
- eleven - eleventh
Exceptions:
- one - first
- two - second
- three - third
- five - fifth
- eight - eighth
- nine - ninth
- twelve - twelfth
In compound ordinal numbers, note that only the last figure is written as an ordinal number:
- 421st = four hundred and twenty-first
- 5,111th = five thousand, one hundred and eleventh
Figures
When expressed as figures, the last two letters of the written word are added to the ordinal number:
- first = 1st
- second = 2nd
- third = 3rd
- fourth = 4th
- twenty-sixth = 26th
- hundred and first = 101st
Titles
In names for kings and queens, ordinal numbers are written in Roman numbers. In spoken English, the definite article is used before the ordinal number:
- Charles II - Charles the Second
- Edward VI - Edward the Sixth
- Henry VIII - Henry the Eighth
IN THIS LINK PRACTICE EXERCISE
Hello My dear students 11th A-B-C and 10A_B_C degree
Hello my dear students:I hope you be very encouraged to initiate this academic year in the school. Well, I invite to you to unload the first work of reading.
THE OVAL PORTRAIT
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Edgar Allan Poe
She was a beautiful young flower, and always so
happy.
Yes, she was happy. Until that evil day when she
saw and loved the painter of her portrait. They were married. But, sadly, he
already had a wife: his work. His painting was more important to him than
anything in the world.
Before, she was all light and smiles. She
loved everything in the world. Now she loved all things but one: her husband's
work. His painting was her only enemy; and she began to hate the paintings that kept her husband away from her. And so it was a
terrible thing when he told her that he wanted to paint his young wife's
portrait.
For weeks, she sat in the tall, dark room while he worked. He was a silent man, always working, always lost in his wild, secret dreams. She sat still always smiling, never moving while he painted her hour after hour, day after day. He did not see that she was growing weaker with every day. He never noticed that she was not healthy any more, and not happy any more. The change was happening in front of his eyes, but he did not see it.
But she went on smiling. She never stopped smiling because she saw that her husband, who was now very famous, enjoyed his work so much. He worked day and night, painting the portrait of the woman he loved. And as he painted, the woman who loved him grew slowly weaker and sadder.
Several people saw the half-finished picture. They told the painter how wonderful it was, speaking softly as he worked. They said the portrait showed how much he loved his beautiful wife. Silently, she sat in front of her husband and his visitors, hearing and seeing nothing now.
The work was coming near an end. He did not welcome visitors in the room any more. A terrible fire was burning inside him now. He was wild, almost mad with his work. His eyes almost never left the painting now, even to look at his wife’s face. Her face was as white as snow. The painter did not see that the colours he was painting were no longer there in her real face.
Many more weeks passed until, one day, in the middle of winter, he finished the portrait. He touched the last paint on to her lips; he put the last, thin line of colour on an eye; then he stood back and looked at the finished work.
As he looked, he began to shake. All colour left his face. With his eyes on the portrait, he cried out to the world: ‘This woman is not made of paint! She is alive!’ Then he turned suddenly to look at the woman he loved so much.
She was dead.
For weeks, she sat in the tall, dark room while he worked. He was a silent man, always working, always lost in his wild, secret dreams. She sat still always smiling, never moving while he painted her hour after hour, day after day. He did not see that she was growing weaker with every day. He never noticed that she was not healthy any more, and not happy any more. The change was happening in front of his eyes, but he did not see it.
But she went on smiling. She never stopped smiling because she saw that her husband, who was now very famous, enjoyed his work so much. He worked day and night, painting the portrait of the woman he loved. And as he painted, the woman who loved him grew slowly weaker and sadder.
Several people saw the half-finished picture. They told the painter how wonderful it was, speaking softly as he worked. They said the portrait showed how much he loved his beautiful wife. Silently, she sat in front of her husband and his visitors, hearing and seeing nothing now.
The work was coming near an end. He did not welcome visitors in the room any more. A terrible fire was burning inside him now. He was wild, almost mad with his work. His eyes almost never left the painting now, even to look at his wife’s face. Her face was as white as snow. The painter did not see that the colours he was painting were no longer there in her real face.
Many more weeks passed until, one day, in the middle of winter, he finished the portrait. He touched the last paint on to her lips; he put the last, thin line of colour on an eye; then he stood back and looked at the finished work.
As he looked, he began to shake. All colour left his face. With his eyes on the portrait, he cried out to the world: ‘This woman is not made of paint! She is alive!’ Then he turned suddenly to look at the woman he loved so much.
She was dead.
Source: An Extract from "The Black Cat
and Other Stories" (retold by David Wharry)
GLOSSARY
evil day: wrong or damned day (maldito
día)
sadly: unhappily (desgraciadamente) to hate: to detest (odiar, detestar) kept her husband away: prevent her husband from coming closer (imantenían distanciado a su esposo) silent: failing to speak or communicate (callado, silencioso) wild, secret dreams: intimate dreams without any control (delirantes ensoñaciones) growing weaker: becoming weaker (debilitándose) went on: continued (prosiguió, continuó) |
sadder: showing more and more sorrow (más
triste)
coming near an end: near to be over (acercándose a su final) he did not welcome visitors: he received no guests (no recibía visitas) mad: crazy (loco) were no longer there: there were not any (ya no se encontraban allí) to shake: to tremble, to agitate (a temblar) suddenly: all of a sudden (de pronto) |
READING COMPREHENSION
ACTIVITY
1. Why did the beautiful woman hate her husband’s
paintings?
2. What happens to the woman when her husband is painting her? 3. Why does she die? |
miércoles, 23 de enero de 2013
welcome to my english class 2013
Hello:
This is your teacher SOUL:
I want to give you my greetings and welcome to this new year 2013, study hardly and you´ll see excellent results.
keep in touch weekly.
see you soon
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