Qualification > Languages
Um . what would you grade me on this?
Galleria:
lol i saw that topic and got bored in class
id rather do an argumentative
ohhh
what do you think of this ?
did it last year but its better than what i write now -__-
To what extent do you agree that students should speak English at all times in secondary schools?
The mother tongue, an identifier of one’s nativity, is possibly the most imperative way for anyone to react and converse with their country’s people. However, since English has become the most widely used and renowned language throughout the world, it induces the use of the mother tongue for students in secondary schools rather idler and English more applied or persuaded for use. Nonetheless, this does not happen at a steady level at any secondary school, due to the fact that more of the students that go there are attached to their mother tongue, and make less use of English.
When taking up an example of a country with secondary schools that bears speaking English at all times as a rigid rule, China is very well noted. It’s not that hard to locate students in such schools whining and yammering about the difficulty of English and how their preference leans on their mother tongue. This is actually not right, and students do need to take up a habit of learning English with intrigue, as in the current state of the world, proper English can drive them to be more successful in the future.
Besides that, English can also drive students away from their mother tongue. English is genuinely a very influential language and when children, adolescents as well as adults become adept or at least adapted to it, a tendency of finding their own mother tongue boring and tedious can be observed. We can take up the example of Rato Bangala School in Nepal itself, where students apply the use of their mother tongue very well verbally but find writing and working with it very annoying and unendurable. This is one notable disadvantage the strictness of speaking English in secondary schools creates.
Now, when being succinct with the above details of speaking English at all times in secondary schools, we can infer it to be a rather good idea. Of course it isn’t impeccable, as the mother tongue is equally crucial to be learned and applied, but if students in secondary schools find it difficult to deal with English or like themselves dealing with their mother tongue and English verbally, then why not make the use of English embedded with extreme strictness during school hours? This could help them develop it further very well or at least give them a very good gist of idea on becoming an average English speaking person, helping them embark on a productive future career.
elemis:
--- Quote from: Galleria on October 10, 2010, 01:47:33 pm ---LOL wiiild ?
i dont want the examiner to think my story is vile!!! lol
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OMG !! Not in that sense ::) Ooof....
Galleria:
theeen what do you mean ? lol
Galleria:
what do you think of this?
i wrote it when i was bored
PURELY FICTIONAL
Goodbye, best friend
I love you.
I love you in a million different ways. I love the way you look down at me and smile, and how your eyes get crinkly around the edges. I love your smile. I love your hair, even after you’ve cut it yourself, so that you look like someone attacked you with shears.
But mostly, I love you for you.
I know you, you see, from the way you think to the way you act. I can tell when you’re breaking inside, even when you try to act like you’re fine. I recognize the way your forehead creases when you don’t understand something, and how your eyes light up after you suddenly understand.
I love you because you’re so smart, and yet too obtuse to understand what all my phone calls mean, and all the times I’ve lend you a shoulder to cry on. All the times I’ve told you not to worry, because I was there, and I’d always be there.
You didn’t believe me at the time, but I’ve stayed with you. Sometimes I see you looking at me with half appraised eyes, wondering, out of all your “best friends” and girlfriends through the ages, how I’d been the one to stay. And just before I get nervous, wondering if you’ll finally realize that I love you, you heave a sigh, and silently thank god for this twist of fate.
But it wasn’t fate. It was me.
You’ll never know of all that I’ve been through for your sake. You don’t let me make sacrifices, so I don’t let you realize the battles I’ve fought, and the chances I’ve given up. People might call this futile, and say that I’ve wasted my life, but it’s not true. Because somewhere along the line, you’ve started to love me too. You’ve held me in your arms when I’ve cried, and you tell me all your thoughts and desires. I’m like a part of you, and I know that you’d be lost without me.
Oh no, not as a lover…never as a lover. The thought has never even crossed your mind. Your face is easier to read that anything else in the world, and trust me, if you’ve entertained the thought, even for a second, I’d have known.
You think that I’m too fussy and that I’ve got commitment issues. That I’ve got the image of the perfect guy in my head and that if I only relaxed, and accepted life as it came, I’d be happy. But tell me, how can I possibly fall for someone else when I see you every day?
I don’t know whether life would’ve been better for me, if we’d never met, or if I would have been able to move on, had I the strength to leave. Sometimes I wish that I had, in fact, left, so that today perhaps I’d be living a life of my own, unfettered by a useless unreturned passion that refuses to die out. But it’s too late to try to start now, so I guess I’m destined to spend my life by your side, never more than a best friend.
It’s been so long, but I still get nervous when you’re around, my fingers still tremble at your accidental touch, and though I know you inside out, I’d still love for nothing more than to be yours. It’s not the useless infatuation of youth, fueled by nothing more than excitement, and no, I don’t get weak-kneed every-time we talk. It’s more of a mental attraction, a soul attraction, a relationship that will withstand time and space. It sounds cheesy, like those teen-flicks that were so popular back in high-school, but it’s true. I’d know.
I love you so much, that I’ve never let you know how I really feel about you. I’ve buried this secret deep within me, so that you’ll never guess. Its gut piercing, this ache that refuses to go away. It’s become a part of me, and with the passage of time, it’s gotten better, until I hardly realize its there. Sometimes, yes, the hopelessness of it all rises, and there are plenty of nights when I fall asleep exhausted, after crying my eyes out, but mostly, I’m fine, and it’s honestly worth it.
I love you so much, that seven years ago, I watched you walk down the aisle with her. Even now, I can recall with vivid clarity, how you smiled at her, and put on her finger the ring that I helped you choose. You were radiant; the happiest I’ve ever seen you, in all the years I’ve known you. I ignored the pain, and smiled for you, tears of joy streaming down my face as you stooped to kiss your bride. The pain came later that night, all the stronger for being suppressed. It felt like drowning, like I was unable to breathe, for crying, but that night did end, and I resurfaced.
I always knew that you’d be someone else’s, but that didn’t make it any easier. I thought that seeing you get married to someone else would be the worst pain ever, and that if survived that, which I did, I would be able accept anything else life threw at me.
But I was wrong.
But now it’s infinitely worse. You’re lying in bed, living out your last days, perhaps even your last hours on earth. We’ve tried everything, visited all the doctors under the sun, and yet found no cure. You’ve even stopped struggling, and you’re silent and calm, breathing with the help of a respirator.
I’d do anything to save you, but I can’t, and it’s all I can do to watch you fade away. I know that you’re worried about me, more worried, in fact than you are about your wife; though she loves you, we both know that she’ll be able to get on with her life. Maybe not this year, or even the next, but she will. It’s different with me, and you know it. You’ve left her all your fortune, but you’ve left me things that are infinitely more precious: your old baseball cards, and your sketches, done after you were confined to bed. But most importantly you’ve left me millions of memories, undimmed by time, and as concrete as if they were set in stone.
And now, I’m in the room with you, holding your hand. You’re struggling to say something, but I’m looking into your eyes, and I understand anyways. There are volumes of things left to say, but we’ve got no more time, so I just lean over you, and kiss your cheek for the last time.
“Goodbye, best friend. I love you”.
elemis:
--- Quote ---what do you think of this?
i wrote it when i was bored
PURELY FICTIONAL
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First comment is its too long. You have an upper limit of around 500 words.
I think your english is fabulous. Its just a matter of finding the right topic.
When I suggested writing using a character of the opposite sex I meant.... I really cant explain it in words.
Just try it out ;)
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