DAILY ROUTINES!

Let´s practise the vocabulary with these awesome exercises! 

click here and good luck!


http://www.englishexercises.org/makeagame/viewgame.asp?id=5852

Go for simple present activities!!
http://www.englishexercises.org/makeagame/viewgame.asp?id=1052

Home sweet home!

Let´s play with words! A jugar con el vocabulario de la casa, chicos! Entren al siguiente link! Al finalizar el juego, hagan click en DONE y les sale el puntaje que lograron!

http://www.englishexercises.org/makeagame/viewgame.asp?id=1684

How was your score? 6, 7, 8, 10? 
Cuál fue tu score?

I love my bedroom!

What is there in the room? Can you tell me?

Mmmm... Let´s play a game...: (It´s like "veo, veo... qué ves?" 

"I see with my little eye something beginning with... "M":

.................... :-?

The bedroom by Vincent Van Gogh

October of 1888, while living in The Yellow House in Arles, Van Gogh completed one of his most famous works The Bedroom.   Van Gogh’s Bedroom in Arles has a striking combination of colors that Van Gogh was proud of.  In a letter to his brother Theo from 1888, Van Gogh wrote:

“The walls are pale violet. The floor is of red tiles.  The wood of the bed and chairs is the yellow of fresh butter, the sheets and pillows very light greenish-citron.  The coverlet scarlet. The window green.  The toilet table orange, the basin blue.  The doors lilac.”

Hello, students from 2ND YEAR! Tell me something about this bedroom!

Look at Vincent´s bedroom:

What can you see in the picture?

Is the bedroom big or small?

How many chairs can you see?

Is there a window?

What colour are the walls?

How many doors are there? 

Vincent´s paintings! (Video)

I´d like to share this video dedicated to Vincent Van Gogh...





Here are the lyrics  (English and Spanish):


STARRY, STARRY NIGHT by Don McLean.

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer’s day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.


Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.


Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.