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is a serie of interviews, sometimes with ourselves, a mixture of feelings & perspectives gathered into a periodical

is an internal view about the sustainable education, provided mainly in English language at Virgil Madgearu Economic College from Ploiești, Prahova district is a serie of interviews, sometimes with ourselves,
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is an internal view about the sustainable education, provided mainly in English language at Virgil Madgearu Economic College from Ploiești, Prahova district is a serie of interviews, sometimes with ourselves, a mixture of feelings & perspectives gathered into a periodical 1 st Isssue/2017 is a 2 17 spring vision of a teacher and some students turned into reality late in September Colectivul de redacție și de coordonare a primului număr: Simona Lupu (director) Corina Popescu (profesor) Gabriela Grigore (profesor) Mihail Karaghiaur (profesor) Corina Lazăr (profesor) Corina Cristescu (profesor) Redactor-șef Tehnoredactare, corectare și corectură: Paul Iulian Voicu (elev) Ramona Ioana Sandu (elev) Corina Cristescu (profesor) Grafică logo: Laurențiu Dumitru (artist grafic) Prelucrare foto: Alin Iancu (elev) Profesorii și elevii își asumă originalitatea materialelor redactate. Brand inițiat de Corina Cristescu 1 C NTENT 1. ECOviews 1.1. International Practice Enterprise Trade Fair for Students, Prague, March 2017 by Lucian Toma, former 11 th E3 p Buds in Macedonia by Andrei Iulian Filip, former 9 th I p Turkish Delight by Miruna Ana Stoica, former 9 th S6 p Locart: I Need Not Go by Alexandra Pătrășcioiu, former 9 th S2 p. 6 Do Speakart! by Gabriel Iulian Gavrilă, former 9 th I p REtoldVIEWS 2.1. REtelling NICHITA - 35 Senior & Junior students & 3 teachers p RE-creations by Ramona Ioana Sandu (former 9 th I) & other 10 Junior students p. 29 2 International Practice Enterprise Trade Fair for students- Prague, March 2017 by Lucian Toma- former 11th E3 Retrospection: One day to go until our first competition. We were a little bit nervous, but kept thinking positive. Me and 2 other mates against 130 teams from around the WORLD. The competition of trade fair took place in Prague, in March 2017, and gave us the opoprtunity of 2 other trips in Budapest and Vienna. It was amazing to see how beautiful the WORLD really was. The first day of the trade fair was a great surprise. At the beginng we thought we were supposed to create the stand. But after only 5 minutes our teacher told us that we were supposed to be dressed up and fully prepared for the competition itself. We rapidly went back to our venue by bus, and got ready in 5 minutes. Though in rush, everything went well and we performed as planned. The second day of the competition began. We did our best to be... the best team. Finally we were in top ten of 130 teams. It was very rewarding because Prague Practice Enterprise Trade Fair for students was our first contest of this kind. We trully hope to return and be in the top 3 teams next year. All in all, it was a pleasure FOR me to meet so many friendly and interesting people at this competition. I also had a great experience in learning things connected to my speciality as well as in communicating in English all day long. I ve learnt how needy was to practise communication in a foreign language, especially in English and I promised myself to do something about it. I really intend to go again in the 12th grade, if possible. 3 Buds in Macedonia by Andrei Iulian Filip, former 9th I In August 2017 our college assembly, Mugurelul, accepted the challange of being involved into Zdravko Bahar intenational traditional dance festival from Macedonia. When I left Romania, I did not know much about the country we were going to. Arriving in Ohrid, I discovered a new place, completely different from my expectations: all seemed very old or demolished so my first impression was not the best. However after a few days I started to notice the beautiful things out there. Maybe not everything was restored, but the view and the people turned that country into something gorgeous. We were walking and the best view was on the shore of Ohrid Lake. The water was of a wonderful turquoise and it felt as it was inviting you to have a bath. When the day of the festival came, everyone was prepared; the dancers were in the best shape for the show. The parade began and it seemed as if the folk dances and songs from different countries were combined perfectly to make a wonderful evening. One by one, each country performed at high standards so we grew eager to impress. When our turn came my dream started. We were representing both Virgil Madgearu Economic College as well as our country, so I felt very proud. Our performance was highly appreciated so we felt pleased with ourselves and still energetic for a late party. It was a pleasant experience with beautiful people and even more beautiful memories. I really wish to repeat it. 4 Turkish Delight by Miruna Ana Stoica, former 9th S6 With all the rumors about muslim countries, at first I didn't knew what to expect when excepted to get involved into a bilateral project in Turkey. However, it only took five minutes to realize that everything I heard was false: the Turkish children were all fun and open-minded, so we all had a good time. We stayed in Sinop, which is the safest and friendliest place I've ever been to. The place we were booked at was nice and quiet, and conveniently placed close to the dock and all the other restaurants and shops. We went to some of the most important monuments and places of the city, learned about their culture and their language. We also visited each other's schools and explored our cultural differences. We had quite a lot of boat and cruise trips, both in Sinop and Istanbul. We had swimming, sight seeing tours of the city, parties and more events. We also had enough free time, wich we spent either at the beach, playing board games, going karting, eating weirdly looking desserts or shopping. We had traditional nights, both in Romania and Turkey. We danced, cooked, and even put on a play. We spent two days in Istanbul, one of the largest and vibrant cities of the world. The smell of sweets from the Grand Bazaar will forever stay with me. We also had time for the Spice Bazaar, because we couldn't leave without a present for our parents and friends at home. I'm not completely sure how, but living with some of my colleagues was incredibly beneficial for my social-life. Since my freshman year of high school was fairly awkward and uncomfortable, I was a bit scared of spending so much time with people I never spoke a word at school. But we went on really well, and now I'm actually excited for the new year to start. I would like to have something bad to say, something that would make this experience more realistic, but I ve got nothing. We took care of each other, we shared and built new friendships. It was trully amazing, and if I had any doubts about it before, now I'm counting the days till next year s trip. 5 I Need Not Go- Some Hardy by Alexandra Pătrășcioiu, former 9th S2 I have always had one huge fear throughout my lifetime: the fear of speaking and expressing myself in public. I couldn t handle the fact that I had to show my ideas and opinions in front of a crowd and I had nightmares just by thinking about the idea of speaking out loud. In middle school I thought that drama and public speaking were not for me until in high school, when Shakespeare Festival shew up. It was my first time ever participating in a project like this. Finally, someone offered me the chance to express my feelings and be myself without being judged! To be honest, I was pretty skeptical about this and I thought that everything was going to turn into a huge disaster. But, with a little bit of work from me and my classmates, the experience turned into a positive one. I arrived at the festival with huge expectations and fears, I knew that everybody worked hard and everything we did called some appreciation. When our turn finally arrived my mind was going places, but I pulled myself together and did it. I couldn t believe I d succeeded in facing my biggest fear. I didn t think I would get this through and recite a poem in front of judges and a crowd, but I knew that my lovely half would help me no matter what, for our reciting moment was carried on by two: Iulian Gabriel Gavrilă, a colleague from another classroom, in the 9 th grade, and I. We had chosen 3 poems and put them that way as to turn their stanzas into a reciting unit, made of questions and answers. Even though I first thought that some of our work needed a little bit more acknowledgment it was a pretty great experience and I was really proud of what we performed on the stage. This project made me understand that team work and bonding with people really mattered and everything that I did shaped my personality and turned me into a person of the future. Poster made by Miruna Butac, former 9th I Thomas Hardy at Shakespeare Festival Do Speakart! by Gabriel Iulian Gavrilă, former 9th I Well, I m not very good at writing, I think, but I really want to write this, so here I am. Enjoy my confession! It all started like 2 months after my first high school year had begun and my English teacher asked me and my classmates if someone would like to sign up for a contest called Speak out!. Everything seemed pretty challenging so I said to myself (and not only ) Why not?. Then my teacher started to do some practicing with me and the other contestants and she saw some potential in me. I felt encouraged so every time she d came out with a contest or any other sort of competition I wanted to go for it... Actually, it was pretty fun, I mean, I skipped some classes and met new people, especially a pretty girl. Well, it didn t last for she was already involved in a relationship, so never mind. Some mates may say that contests are boring and useless, but sometimes the thrill and the emotions you go through are just amazing. I mean, I had great fun at a contest about English poetry when I felt I was a part of a group of six (5 competitors and a girl called to take photos). It was great to be all together though from different classes. I was there for reciting, making a mix pair with a colleague from the 9 th S2; 2 others were for a ppt presentation, and another one for a poster. But by far my favorite competition was Speak Out! because I had the chance to express myself, to show my opinion. I had a pretty good speech, even though I forgot my script and had to improvise the entire monologue. I really recommend to all my readers to overcome their comfort zone and ask their teachers to let them participate in any sort of competition, and also, if there is an English teacher reading this, I really beg you to look for interesting topics for your students, because none of you would regret it. It is just too awesome to put down how funny, entertaining, and motivating it is. Don t forget to always try something new!!!! 7 REtelling NICHITA Cântec (Despărțire de o vîrstă) Totul ar fi trebuit să fie sfere, dar n-a fost, n-a fost așa. Totul ar fi trebuit sa fie linii, dar n-a fost, n-a fost așa. Ar fi trebuit sa fii un cerc subțire, dar n-ai fost, n-ai fost așa. Ar fi trebuit sa fiu un romb subțire, dar n-am fost, n-am fost așa. Iarbă, pietre, arbori, păsări voi sunteți cu totul și cu totul altceva. Mă privesc, m-aud, m-adulmec și îmi pare că visez. Totul ar fi trebuit să fie sfere, dar n-a fost, n-a fost așa. Totul ar fi trebuit să fie linii dar n-a fost, n-a fost așa. Comunicare Se-neacă pe apa solzoasă lumina, zeule mare! Acum, chiar acum, când citești tu, cititorule, cuvintele acestea viața mea curge în fața ta și viața ta curge în fața cuvintelor mele. Se-neacă pe apa solzoasă lumina. Poezia (volumul Necuvintele ) Poezia este ochiul care plânge. Ea este umărul care plânge, ochiul umărului care plânge. Ea este mâna care plânge, ochiul mâinii care plânge Ea este talpa care plânge, ochiul călcâiului care plânge. O voi, prieteni, poezia nu este lacrimă ea este însuși plânsul, plânsul unui ochi neinventat, lacrima ochiului celui care trebuie sa fie frumos, lacrima celui care trebuie să fie fericit. Song (Breaking up with an age) Everything should have been spheres, but it wasn`t, wasn t like that. Everything should have been lines, but it wasn t, wasn t like that. You should have been a thin circle, but you weren t, weren t like that. I should have been a thin rhombus, but I wasn t, wasn t like that. Grass, stones, trees, birds You are totally something else. I see myself, hear myself, sniff myself and I feel like I m dreaming. Everything should have been spheres, but it wasn t, wasn t like that. Everything should have been lines, but it wasn t, wasn t like that. Prof. Corina Popescu Communication On the scaly water, there is drowning the light, great god! Now, right at this moment, when you, reader are reading these words, my life is flowing in front of you and your life is flowing right in front of my words. On the scaly water there is drowning the light. Prof. Corina Popescu Poetry ( Unwords volume) Poetry is the eye that cries. She is the shoulder that cries, the eye of the shoulder that cries. She is the hand that cries, the eye of the hand that cries She is the outsole that cries, the eye of the heel that cries. Oh you, friends, poetry is not a tear she is herself the crying, the crying of an uninvented eye, the tear of the eye of the one that has to be beautiful, the tear of the one who must be happy. Sanda Alexandra, former 10 th S2 8 Cîntec (volumul Dreptul la timp ) Tu ai un fel de paradis al tău în care nu se spun cuvinte. Uneori se mișcă dintr-un braț și cîteva frunze îți cad înainte. Cu ovalul feței se stă înclinat spre o lumină venind dintr-o parte cu mult galben în ea și multă lene, cu trambuline pentru săritorii în moarte. Tu ai un fel al tău senin de-a ridica orașele ca norii și de-a muta secundele mereu pe marginea de Sud, a orei când aerul devine mov și rece și harta serii fără margini, și-abia mai pot rămîne-n viață mai respirînd, cu ochii lungi, imagini. Song ( The Right to Time volume) You have a kind of paradise of your own where no words are told. Sometimes there is a motion of an arm and a few leaves fall in front of you. With the oval of the face there is stood inclined towards a light coming from one side with plenty of yellow in it and plenty of laziness, with springboards for the divers into death. You have your own serene way of raising cities like clouds, and of moving seconds forever on the Southern verge, of the hour, when the air turns purple and cold on the map of the vergeless evening and I can barely stay alive, still breathing, with the long eyes, images. Popa Bianca, former 10 th S2 9 Dimineaţă marină O dungă roşie-n zări se iscase şi plopii, trezindu-se brusc, dinadins cu umbrele lor melodioase umerii încă dormind, mi i-au atins. Mă ridicam din somn ca din mare, scuturându-mi şuviţele căzute pe frunte, visele, sprâncenele cristalizate de sare, abisele. Va fi o dimineaţă neobişnuit de lungă, urcând un soare neobişnuit. Adânc, lumina-n ape o să-mpungă: din ochii noştri se va-ntoarce înmiit! Mă ridicam, scuturându-mi lin undele. Apele se retrăgeau tăcute, geloase. Plopii mi-atingeau umerii, tâmplele cu umbrele lor melodioase. Marine morning A red stripe in dawn had appeared and poplars, waking up suddenly, on purpose with their tuneful shadows my shoulder still sleeping, they have touched. I was rising from my sleep like from the sea, shaking my curls fallen on my forehead, my dreams, my eyebrows crystallized by salt, my abysses. Will be an unusually long morning, climbing an unusual sun. Deeply, the light in the waters will skewer: from our eyes it will return thousandfold. I was rising, slowly shaking my waves. The waters were withdrawing silently, jealously. The poplars were touching my shoulders, my temples with their tuneful shadows. Translated by Gabriela Grigore- teacher Semnal Signal Încet! Mergeţi încet! Slowly! Walk slowly! Nu vedeţi? Piatra e obosită. Don t you see? The stone is tired! Ea doarme. Doamne, ea doarme. She is sleeping. Oh, God, she is sleeping! Piatra e foarte obosită. The stone is very tired. Îndepărtaţi caii! Take the horses away! Şi tu, ce faci acolo, tu... And you, what are you doing there? You Cu tine vorbesc! Fii atent! I m talking to you! Pay attention! Face prea mult zgomot răsărirea aceasta de soare This sunrising is making too much noise Piatra e obosită. The stone is tired. Să tacă luna răsărind! Let the moon be silent while she s rising! Aveţi grijă, faceţi tăcere. Tăceţi! Be careful, don t make any noise! Silence! Piatra e obosită. The stone is tired. Translation- Bianca Dumitrache, Ionuţ Ilie, former 10 th I 10 Ce bine că eşti E o întâmplare a fiinţei mele şi atunci fericirea dinlăuntrul meu e mai puternică decât mine, decât oasele mele, pe care mi le scrâşneşti într-o îmbrăţişare mereu dureroasă, minunată mereu. Să stăm de vorbă, să vorbim, să spunem cuvinte lungi, sticloase, ca nişte dălţi ce despart fluviul rece în delta fierbinte, ziua de noapte, bazaltul de bazalt. Du-mă, fericire, în sus, şi izbeşte-mi tâmpla de stele, până când lumea mea prelungă şi în nesfârşire se face coloană sau altceva mult mai înalt şi mult mai curând. Ce bine că eşti, ce mirare că sunt! Două cântece diferite, lovindu-se, amestecându-se, două culori ce nu s-au văzut niciodată, una foarte de jos, întoarsă spre pământ, una foarte de sus, aproape ruptă în înfrigurata, neasemuită luptă a minunii că eşti, a-ntâmplării că sunt. Puşca Puşca este alcătuită din trei părţi: partea de sus, partea de mijloc, şi partea de jos. Partea de sus este compusă din: partea de sus a părţii de sus şi partea de mijloc a părţii de sus şi partea de jos a părţii de sus. Partea de mijloc este compusă din: partea de sus a părţii de mijloc şi partea de mijloc a părţii de mijloc şi partea de jos a părţii de mijloc. Partea de jos este compusă din: partea de sus a părţii de jos şi partea de mijloc a părţii de jos şi partea de jos a părţii de jos How good that you are There's a chance of my being and then, the happiness within me is stronger than me, than my bones which you gnash in a hug always painful, always wonderful. Let s talk, let s talk, let s say long, glassy words like chisels which separate the cool river in the ardent delta, the day from the night, basalt from basalt. Take me, happiness, upwards, and smash my temple to the stars until my long drawn out and endless world turns into a column or something else much taller and much sooner. How good that you are, what a wonder that I am! Two different songs, hitting and blending, two colors that have never seen each other before, one from the very bottom, turned to earth, one from the top, almost broken in the cold, like no other battle of the wonder that you are, of the happening that I am. Translation- Irina Iordache, former 10 th S1 The shotgun The shotgun is made up of three parts: the upper part, the middle part, and the bottom part. The upper part is made of: the upper part of the upper part and the middle part of the upper part and the bottom part of the upper part. The middle part is made of: the upper part of the middle part, the middle part of the middle part and the bottom part of the middle part. The bottom part is made up of: the upper part of the bottom part and the middle part of the bottom part and the bottom part of the bottom part. Translation- Andrei Surlaru, former 10 th S1 11 Cântec de dor Mă culcasem lângă glasul tău. Era tare bine acolo şi sânii tăi calzi îmi păstrau tâmplele. Nici nu-mi mai amintesc ce cântai. Poate ceva despre crengile şi apele care ţi-au cutreierat nopţile. Sau poate copilăria ta care a murit undeva, sub cuvinte. Nici nu-mi mai amintesc ce cântai. Mă jucam cu palmile în zulufii tăi. Erau tare îndărătnici şi tu nu mă mai băgai de seamă. Nici nu-mi mai amintesc de ce plângeai. Poate doar aşa, de tristeţea amurgurilor. Ori poate de drag şi de blândeţe. Nu-mi mai amintesc de ce plângeai. Mă culcasem lângă glasul tău şi te iubeam. Poezia Poezia este ochiul care plânge. Ea este umărul care plânge, ochiul umărului care plânge. Ea este mâna care plânge, ochiul mâinii care plânge. Ea este talpa care plânge, ochiul călcâiului care plânge. O, voi, prieteni, poezia nu este lacrimă
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