(Mucho) Calor 100°
Fresco 50°
(Muy) Buen tiempo :)
(Mucho) Sol ☼
(Mucho) Viento ☄
Está Nublado ☁
Está
Lloviendo ☂
Está Nevando ❄
Half-Past Learning In Spanish!
Telling time is an important part of life, if you
go to Peru, or any other Spanish speaking country and say “What time is it”
they will look at you like you have 3 heads. You need to say;
·
¿Qué hora es? à ((Ke - Orra – ssss))
this means What time is it.
·
The appropriate response would be Son Las à It is followed my
the time.
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Son las dos Son las tres Son las cuatro Son las cinco Son las sies Son las siete Son las ocho Son las nueve Son las diez Son las once |
It is 2 o’clock It it 3 o’clock It is 4 o’clock It is 5 o’clock It is 6 o’clock It is 7 o’clock It is 8 o’clock It is 9 o’clock It is 10 o’clock It is 11 o’clock |
When it is 12 o’clock we don’t say Son las doce,
even thought that IS an option. A lot of Spanish speaking people just use
medianoché or medîodia. Medianoché for 12AM and medîodia for 12AM.
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Media Cuarto menos |
Half an hour A quarter minus |
When you see any of the previous ^^^ in a time
telling sentence like the following:
Son las media ocho. It means à It is 8 thirty
Son las nueve menos cuarto à It is minus 15 of
nine. Meaning is 8:45.
If you see cuarto in a time telling sentence
WITHOUT menos in front of it that just means its 15 minutes after ___Blank___
Ex: Son las cuatro y cuarto à It is 4:15
NOTE: how 4 is CUATRO and a quarter is CUARTO ..do not confuse to two!
Cloudy with a Chance of Spanish.
Lesson:
· *In order to be able to survive in a Spanish speaking country one of the MAIN things you’re going to NEED to know and do is ask about the weather.
1. ¿Qué tiempo
hace? = What’s the weather today?
Que (KAY) tiempo
(Tee-EM-PO) hace (A-se)
**watch this video on a stopping a friend from carrying an extra unnecessary item!
*Hace Sol
Hace mal tiempo
http://www.scienceleadership.org/blog/alfabeto
There are a few ways to ask for someone’s phone number.
One is: ¿Cuál es tu número de teléfono?
This should be used amongst friends and peers.
To ask someone with higher authority than yourself their phone number, you should change the “tu”, to “su”. So it is now “¿Cuál es tu número de teléfono?”
If someone asks you your number, you should respond with “Mi teléfono es...” or “Es el...”
Learn those letters!! : How to spell your name when a friend doesn’t know how.
In order to spell your name you need to know:
1) The alphabet
2) How to pronounce each letter
3) Say hi
4) How to ask for their name
5) How to ask how to spell it
6) Easy way to remember each one
The 1st link will show you flashcards of each letter and a list of each letter with their pronunciation.
This link is a song/rap that will help you remember the alphabet.
This link is just a little cute video of the Spanish alphabet.
Intro:
Below you will see a video of a student spelling their name for a transfer student from Puerto Rico in spanish.
In this video, Leah wants to know whether or not to bring her umbrella to school so she asks what the weather is like, and finds that it is rainy, so she brings her umbrella.
Saying Hi & Goodbye: How to introduce yourself to a new student.
In order to introduce yourself you need to know:
1) How to say hi
2) How to ask their name and say yours
3) How to ask someone how they are feeling and respond when they ask you
4) How to say nice to meet you
5) How to say goodbye
6) How to pronounce each word
The link will show you what you need to know. Flip through the flashcards and then scroll down and click on the sound icons to here pronunciation.
Intro:
Now we have a short video of a boy introducing himself to a transfer student from Brazil in Spanish.
“Strike Three, yourrrrrrrr out!” “GOOOALLLLL!” “AI-YAH!” If you’re a sports aficionado you should now what these are. The sting of a third strike in an important game, the glory of the game-winning goal, the smash of a perfectly executed round house kick. To do any of these means hard work, dedication, discipline and heart. When I started sports I’ve tried to carve these principals into my day-to-day life.
When I was about six I started baseball, for Mt. Airy in Philadelphia. Obviously it didn’t matter if you were skilled or not it was solely to have fun and make new friends. It was easy too. No one cared if you could throw the ball from second to first. Or stop a slow grounder. If you had peanut butter and jelly for lunch you had friends.
I remember my first game; it was my birthday and didn’t really feel like being there. Armed with a stiff plastic glove, and narrow a blue Warrior metal bat I started to feel a little more at home. 9th to bat, after the all the kids who could make a pop fly catch, I grasped the thin electric taped handle of my bat, and walked into the batters box. We had gone over what side you go to at practice a few times, I didn’t remember the first time. I tapped the bat to the plate, aimed at the ball sitting atop the tee and swung. I was never sure if I actually made contact with the ball or the hard plastic tee. But I saw the ball on the ground and I ran. I was going to make it to first base. I tripped and my arms fell forward. I wrapped my arms around the bag. “SAFE,” yelled the umpire. I was hooked. I knew, from then on baseball was a part of me, an idea that has the ability to make anyone feel safe and befriended. I was now part of the gigantic body of baseball fans that are now my semi-distant family.
“Ai-yah.” Most people would think is just a random yelp or something you’d hear down in the subway howled by the local crazy person. But I will explain how it is more then that.
The word “Ai-yah,” or Kia comes from all types of karate, martial arts, and self-defense. It is used in attempt to scare the opponent when yelled in part with an attack. Some teachers enforce this tradition ritualistically, occasionally punishing the student for failing to yell louder. These simple words can easily affect the outcome of ones life.
I still remember getting my black belt and always try to cherish that moment. I was 13 and had been studying karate for 5 years. My teacher Sensei Mike had been gruelingly training me for a while and it was finally the black belt extravaganza. This event is where, after the initial test where you perform techniques and katas is preformed, you receive your black belt.
We were all lined up, my brother and I. At the front line of the karate mat, we were waiting for our belts. The instructor announces our name and we freeze. This moment would change our lives forever. A heavy man, Sensei Mike dented the mat with every step towards me. Carrying our black belts sewed with golden lettering, inside a thin plastic bag. He told us to take off our old belts, and lay them on the floor. I was reluctant to do so, after being told the years before to never let my belt touch the ground. He gently smacked the belt into my hand. I undressed the belt from the plastic covering and began to tie it. It took me a little long to finish the knot but I defiantly didn’t care. I had gotten my black belt. For me it meant authority, the power to tell people right from wrong, and lead them in the right direction towards success and responsibility. It meant more then just a differently colored belt. It shows who I am and what I had to work for to achieve this title.
Soccer has been around for a long time and through the ages, the people who play it are almost always attached for life. Maybe it’s the fun or the friendship but for me it will always be the glory.
I love that feeling of a great kick. Perfectly connecting with the bounciest part of the soccer ball. The crowd, or the few parents, hushes as the ball sails across the field into the net. The goalie gets up dusts themselves off and, in defeat, walks back to the sidelines. I strive for this feeling, an injection of pure glory.
I started playing soccer when I was about seven, my mom asked me if I wanted to be on my best friends team, the Revolution. Of course I said yes, this was going to be so fun. My friend’s dad was the coach, and he started me at defense. Trying hard to not let the other team get past usually went in vain. At practice we would constantly go over how to pass the ball, kick it far, or juke it by someone. Although, we never went over how to defend against someone else skillfully dribbling the ball around us. I really needed to learn how to play better. I bet a few years would help.
Now I was ten and joined my school team. Again I started for defense but this time I knew what I was doing. Almost every time an offender came down the field I stole the ball and passed it back up the sideline. I love to make new friends, achieve the glory of a goal and express my self through sports.
When you absorb these principles into your life you accept a new way of thinking. It’s hard to stray away from these binding rules. Also now I know that almost everyone who learns a sport to learn and have a new outlook on how they live their life, are changed forever for the better.
Now I am 15 I bat fourth in my baseball lineup, start forward for soccer, and am going for my 1st degree black belt in October. I have gone a long way since I began doing sports. After all the years I have been changed physically and my outlook on the world. Now I feel everything is achievable with only a solid good effort, an effort that shows what I am capable of and what really makes me, me.
Shanayia Roland
Copper stream
I went in to my hot pink room that looked as if there was a bottle of pepto bizmol thrown the wall. I said to my older sister “What’s the plans for the day?” the room fell silent you could almost hear a pen drop even though we had carpet. Her eyes began to water a little her face began to look puppy dog, and she chuckled and said “we’re moving” with a half smiling half crying face as if she had just saw the funniest thing in the world. I began to historically laugh, and I said “ha ha Happy New year to you to, Now we both know we're not moving anywhere why would you joke like that.” After living in South Philadelphia for three years we were pretty content and I was pretty sure that moving was out of the question for at least another year or two. Her face fell serious, as serious as if someone and the family had died, she hesitantly said “ I’m not joking now get dressed and help us move dad’s stuff out.” My heart dropped and felt as if it had fallen on the floor and broken. My eyes began to tear or more like waterfall my parent had been together for 19 years and married for two a little break up could possibly turn into a big deal. Also I knew that if they were to separate I would have to choose a parent to stay with so, I because an emotional wreck.
Later on that day after I had gotten dressed I went down stairs into my living room squeezed pass the big black trash bags that my mother packed his stuff in, and I looked at there picture hanging on the wall beside the staircase, taking up the width of three panels, the light brown frame surrounding the black inside of the frame. Their picture perfect smiles shining brightly like joy was in the air. Sunlight beaming through the tree’s that filled the plain behind them. His brown skin looked smooth with his black hair. Her white dress brought out the lighter color in her skin, and the darker color in his. Her skin glowed and made her pearl white dress create the Cinderella and Prince Charming beginning to their marriage.
This picture stuck in my mind from the day we moved him out until the third week, and fifth day after when moved him back in. I guess that picture remained there through it all to show that no matter what they’ll both still be there for each other. Whenever they’re having trouble I think about the picture, or even back to the day that it was taken.
“Wake up girl its your big day” My aunt says to my mom on this bright but rainy day in July. My mother woke up and climbed out of bed with a bonnet on her head, with sleepy eyes, hot morning breath but still a huge smile. Her hair was freshly done, nicely rapped into a bun she had just gone to the hairdressers the night before. She went down the stairs to see all of her flower girls, bridesmaids, maid of honors, and matron of honors waiting to welcome her to the breakfast table with big beautiful smiles. We sat from oldest to youngest at the table starting with the oldest on her side. Her seat at the table was decorated with congratulations ribbons and white rose petals to make her day turn out beautiful. My aunt opened the window shutters to the big front window to let the little bit of light in form the rainy day. We ate a little bit just enough to hold us over because we were tight with time. Eleven girls needed to be dressed and ready to go within the next couple of hours.
She began to get dressed but with 10 other women running around the house like wild chickens with there heads off, there was no chance of us being on time. She looked out the huge bedroom window that had white shutters covering them to see where the tiny gray Toyota was parked so that she could go get her nails and toes done. Just then she realized that it was nowhere in sight after talking to my dad in a tone of panic she found out that he had taken the car. She slipped on the cream wedding dress that was laced with beads. My aunt went to zip up the back of the dress and there was a ripping noise, and weird feeling in the room that made us know that something happened. My aunts face feel blank and with the zipper in her hand began to apologize like there was a death in the room. From that point on the day was filled with horror around every Conner. This became a nightmare wedding; it had no effect on their marriage or the way that our family looked at them as husband and wife.
It takes rainy days and obstacles in order for people to be come stronger and more prepared. It took my parents a horrible wedding day and many fights and arguments to just except the fact that there will be tests in life to show you how strong you are, and how strong you become. So when there’s a rainy day be happy be because that means some strengths and things to learn from coming with them. Some times you just have to enjoy life and its ups and downs just to enjoy life. When there’s a rainy day opened the window shutters to let the little bit of light in that you can make out of it. If you don’t have the strength to find the little bit of little then look to the people around you because there is always a group of people who wont judge you no matter what. Enjoy life by enjoying the most enjoyable and not so enjoyable days.
