Английский. Чтоб ему провалиться (((

[SN2012fr]

(DarkStar - неправильный ник ты себе выбрал. Надо было выбрать DarkHorse. )

[кошка Мурка]

Ada, а чем там дело кончилось?

[SN2012fr]

[кошка Мурка]

Андрэ,
это такое устойчивое выражение, тут его не переделаешь. А че, ассоциации какие-то?

Я ж не сказала "обкончалось"

[Дышащая]

Стоит мне увидеть свою англичанку мне хочется накинуться на нее и порвать ей глотку!!Так злит!!и на допсессии не хочу ходить потому что знаю что учить англ.для меня это также отвратно как носильно в человека засовывать непрожаренное сырое мясо!....

[Ada]

Я еще до конца не дочитала. Вот продолжение

Not far away, in the Holloway area of London, a twelve-year-old
boy called Marcus was lying in bed, unable to sleep. He was
worrying about his mum and his new school.
Marcus's mum was called Fiona, and she and Marcus had only
been in London for a few weeks. They had moved there on the
first day of the summer holidays because Fiona had got a new
job. Before moving to London, they had lived in Cambridge,
where Marcus's father, Clive, still lived. Fiona and Clive had
separated four years ago.
Marcus thought London was quite boring. He and Fiona
hadn't done much in the holidays. They'd been to see Home
Alone 2, which wasn't as good as Home Alone 1. They'd been to
have a look at his new school, which was big and horrible. And
they'd had lots of talks about London and the changes in their
lives. But really they were sitting around waiting for their
London lives to begin.
Marcus had had two kinds of life. The first, which had ended
when he was eight, was the normal, boring kind, with school and
holidays and homework and weekend visits to grandparents. The
second kind was more confused because there were more people
and places in it: his mother's boyfriends and his dad's girlfriends;
flats and houses; Cambridge and London. It was surprising how
many things had changed when Fiona and Clive's relationship
ended.
But Marcus didn't mind. Sometimes, he thought, he even
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More happened, and that was a good thing.
But now Marcus was very worried about his mum. She had
started crying a lot in London - much more than in Cambridge.
He didn't know why she cried. He wondered if it was about
boyfriends. Marcus didn't mind if his mum had a boyfriend. She
was pretty, he thought, and nice, and funny sometimes. He
wanted his mum to meet someone who would make her happy.
He couldn't help his mum with her problems, and she
couldn't help him with his other big problem - school. His first
day at his new London school had been a disaster.
Marcus knew that he was different from most other kids of his
age. He wasn't right for schools. Not big secondary schools like
the one in London. His school in Cambridge hadn't been so bad.
The children there were younger, and there were lots of weird
kids there, so Marcus hadn't felt uncomfortable.
It was OK not to be right for some things, he thought. He
knew that he wasn't right for parties because he was very shy.
That wasn't a problem because he didn't have to go to parties.
But he had to go to school.
Marcus couldn't talk to his mum about his problems at school,
because she couldn't help. She couldn't move him to another
school. Even if she did move him, it wouldn't make any
difference. He'd still be himself, and that, it seemed to Marcus,
was his real problem. The other kids laughed at him because he
was weird. They laughed because he had the wrong trousers, the
wrong shoes and the wrong haircut.
Marcus knew that he was weird partly because his mum was
weird. She was always telling him that clothes and hair weren't
important. She didn't want him to watch 'rubbish' TV or listen to
'rubbish' music or play 'rubbish' computer games. All the other
kids spent their time doing these things, but Marcus had to argue
with his mother for hours and he usually lost. She could explain
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Bob Marley and Joni Mitchell. And why it was more important
to read books than to play on the Gameboy that his dad had
given him.
He was quite happy at home, listening to Joni Mitchell or
reading books, but it didn't do him any good at school. It made
him different, and because he was different the other kids made
him feel uncomfortable.
It wasn't all his mum's fault. Sometimes Marcus just did weird
things. Like the singing. He always sang songs to himself inside
his head but sometimes, when he was nervous, the song just
came out of his mouth. It had happened in his English lesson on
the first day of his new school. The teacher was reading and all
the other students in the room were quiet. Suddenly, for no
reason at all, Marcus had started to sing, and all the other kids had
laughed at him.

[Дышащая]

...и что этот текст нуждается в переводе?

[Синяя Тиг-Ра]

Ada

дразницца....

[Kren]

[Синяя Тиг-Ра]

зачем приз
сто долларей
нарисуем и отправим по емайлу...

[Kren]

Нее, доллары - это пошло... Призом станет осознание собственной просвещённости и, как следствие, повышение самооценки.

Если честно, такого уровня тексты сейчас дают переводить уже в 5 классе - сам у сына видел куски беллетристики в учебнике. Правда, всё это пока без толку.

[Синяя Тиг-Ра]

ты вначале нарисовать попробуй
а потом уже опошляй!

)))


---
я вообще только в 7м классе увидела впервые, что такое компьютер...
а у нынешних школьников - гугля под боком)
так что не принижай наши большие маленькие достижения!

[Kren]

[Синяя Тиг-Ра]

ну это смотря где
посмотрела я учебники некоторые - зла не хватает

[Ada]

Нет-нет, я просто надеюсь на привлечение сторонников

[кошка Мурка]

а, я думала, там длинный рассказ про одного и того же персонажа, а там разные.. интересней было бы какую нибудь длинную захватывающую историю "по порциям" читать...

[sergey_g]

[Дышащая]

...мне нет покоя когда она(англичанка)появляется из-за угла..и так.
я ей духи подаприла эстелаудер,а мне ни балла за них((
молодая за дольче поставила..я заметила что она после этого подарка даже красится начала только вот духами от нее ни разу не пахло.

[Ada]

кошка Мурка
Там про двоих, про этого парня и мальчишку. Про их взаимоотношения.

[Синяя Тиг-Ра]

найду я этот роман
"история парня" называется
сегодня мелькнул , но искала другое, и упустила ссылку
попозже восстановлю

[antropology]

А у меня главные проблемы с писмом... . как запоминать написание слов.

[Maria]

тема сдохла , ибо дело было не в бабине.. то есть не в английском )