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Nuria S., 1º Bachillerato A con:


A season , a memory, a walk, a letter, a smell. Feelings  that I cannot connect, relate to make sense. Single words. It seems ironic to recall passages without any sense, but even more that I can be excited with only closing my eyes and think about it. I think and I try to remember but it’s like a block, a wall that prevents me from seeing what lies beyond.

I need something to hold me not to fall into total oblivion. But all I have is what I see every time I open my eyes, the present. Bedridden, immobile body , mind lost. Every day waking alone with no one beside me and wondering : Who I really am?

… I was afraid not remember and even more, I was afraid to die without knowing who I was.

My anxiety let me to ask for help. Michael, my only companion, a nurse who I  noticed  from his expression that he felt sorry for me, after many days of pleas he accepted to help me. Every day he read me some letters and he show me some photos that I never knew where they came from. Nothing ended up helping me. My mind was clouded.

One day, he brought me a daily and he began to read it aloud. I should be twenty or twenty-two years old. I seemed happy, observant, intelligent and that gave me hope to find myself. I listened to my words while Michael recited them and they excited me. In the last pages of the daily there was a name “ She’’. Who was “She’’? I knew how she was , because I described her in great detail, her smile , the blusher in her cheeks, her  smooth and soft skin, her way of talking… “She’’. My mind couldn’t remember who she could be.

Everything was useless and I felt helpless. But Michael’s curiosity made that he found an envelope with a letter inside. It was addressed to “Autumn’’ and the letter was apparently never sent. The words were beautiful and I was apologized for losing memory. Also I said I was afraid to die and more that she believes that I had forgotten her.

After thinking about it, I decided to ask Michael to send it. After a week, I received my first visit. She was an angel and she introduced herself as “Autumn’’.

With noticeable emotion, she told me that one day she ceased to hear about me and she didn’t understand why I disappeared without saying anything. She knew that I was at hospital thanks to Michael, which included the address on the letter.

Autumn was lovely, upon entering, the room was filled with freshness , the smell of fresh leaves. She was just as I described in the daily. I took her hand and she told me many stories, memories. I couldn’t remember. She talked me about a day when we walked under the humidity left by the rain. From what we laughed together, happiness that we had. She told me how much she suffered and she cried when, after a wonderful summer, I disappeared without saying anything. And also she said me that she never stopped loving me.

So we spent all afternoon and evening, speaking, remembering. Sometimes we laughed and we looked at each other without saying anything. Without remember I was falling in love with this girl. I was lucky. Her tenderness and fragility comforted me.

His warm eyes hugged me and although it’s ironic to say it, I remembered that I was not alone. And so, as she promised, she accompanied me to the end…



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Obra de teatro en inglés

Zaida, 1º ESO C

Este 17 de junio los alumnos de 1ºC interpretarán una obra en inglés. Tendrá lugar en nuestro centro IES La Flota en el salón de actos.

Os recomiendo que vayáis a verla porque además de que podréis ampliar vuestro vocabulario en inglés, os será muy divertida y amena. Pero,  ¡ya no os cuento más! Vosotros mismos podréis comprobar lo interesante que es. En el mismo día se realizarán dos interpretaciones de la misma obra: Una para padres y madres (de puertas abiertas) y otra para alumnos.

Estad atentos, porque pronto se abrirá el telón y el escenario rebosará de imaginación. 

Ensayos de la obra

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  Samuel, 4º ESO D con: 

The old man and Vincet’s story

Once upon a time, a very old man who lived alone in New Jersey. It like every year, he wanted to plant his tomatoes, but it was a difficult job, as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was serving a 15 years prison. The old man wrote a letter depressed telling his problem.

Dear Vincent:

I’m pretty sad because it looks like this year I can not plant any tomatoes. I’m getting too old to dig the ground, I know if you were here not have this problem.

I know you would dig the fields for me, like in the old days. But you committed a crime unfortunately.

Nevertheless, love, Dad.

 A few days later the letter came into the hands of Vincent, and he read it caused “socked” him and started to feel really bad, and a little later, he devised a plan, so that his father could be happy, or at least he could answer it the best as possible

He wrote:

Dear Dad:

I know it is hard to forgive what I have done , I miss you , and this year you will not be able to plant your tomatoes, but do not try and please no , don´t dig in the garden. That’s where I buried the bodies.

Love you, Vinnie .

A few days he got the letter, FBI agents and local police arrived at the old man´s house, and dug up the entire area without finding any one body, later, the officers apologized and left, and in the same night, the old man received a letter, which was written:

Dear Dad:

You can now plant the tomatoes, the best I could do in my situation, take care.

Love you, Vinnie .As you read this letter, the old man fell off the tears and did not contain the happiness after that, he gave to this, spent the morning planting his tomatoes, while his son in jail was wondering if he had left things as he wished.

Months later, the old man received another letter in which was the following:

The evidence in trials have led to the conclusion that Vincent is innocent […] He will soon return home.

Some days later, he was able to see his son, and went together back to rebuild their family life.


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Can dreams change people?


 Pilar, 2º Bachillerato A

I found myself in a completely darkness, I sat down on the floor looking for something inside my bag that could help me, but the only thing I felt was sand, everything had inexplicably disappeared.

“What kind of game is it?” I shouted, but the only sound I heard back was my own echo. It seemed to be some kind of macabre game, indeed.  I finally gave up, I closed my eyes and then, there was nothing…

There was a huge queue behind us; Alison, Kate and I were the first ones in it and we didn´t want to wait a minute to live that incredible experience. The rules of the game were simple: take whatever we wanted and enter wherever we liked. There was only one condition, which I thought was quite strange and stupid: we wouldn´t know what the time was, there wouldn´t be any watches or mobile phones and we had to get to the end of the game before the gloaming.

The place where we entered wasn´t similar to anything we had seen before: it was a huge subterranean cave whose entry had a wonderful spiral staircase. “Louise, let´s run until the rest of the group starts!” Alison said to me as she was going downstairs. We got to an enormous tunnel with sides in which there were thousands of galleries and we started searching in one of them; at its end there was a room full of mountain equipment and we took some big rucksacks, in order to keep all the things we planned to obtain, and some lanterns just in case we needed them inside the cave.

The next gallery had a huge movie screen and lots of comfortable beds, Alison loved it, she was fascinated: “Oh my God!” She exclaimed, “It´s like a dream!” “Let´s lie on these fabulous beds and watch a film!” But Kate and I wanted to keep on looking in all the galleries, so we watched just one film and went out without Alison, since she refused to come with us.

We got into a huge bookshop greater than any other in the world; stairs, corridors, lounges for reading, shelves… I had always loved reading and I saw books of every discipline there; philosophy, literature, science fiction…, so we started putting books into our bags, they were free!

“Shall we sit down and read for a while?” I asked Kate “It is a paradise”.

“We can´t waste a minute, we must keep on!” She answered at the time she started walking towards the entrance.

I felt curiosity when we noticed that some of the galleries we passed by weren´t illuminated and I took my lantern in order to go into one of them. “I´ll wait for you here, Louise”, Kate said, “I´m afraid of darkness, you´ll be fine without me”.

That gallery was different to the previous ones, as I walked I didn´t find anything at all so I finally decided to go back, but when I turned back I realised something was wrong: I couldn´t see anything, even the floor or my own feet. I checked my lantern but everything was ok; I didn´t know what to do, I felt confused and I started shouting even thought I knew I was too far away from anybody.

All of a sudden, I was violently pushed on my back by something or someone and I fell to the ground. “Who is there? How can´t darkness be illuminated by light?” I thought. But those were questions I would never answer; the only thing I know is that after falling over I found myself at the tunnel again.

“Nothing special in there, is it?” Kate said, “You´ve just entered and here you are again!” She smiled.  I couldn´t utter a word, I would have sworn I had been in that spooky gallery for hours!

“Are you ok?” She asked me worried. But she soon forgot about it since we heard voices from people who had arrived and were going into a gallery. We followed them. That gallery was one of those shops where you can find everything, from the smallest to the biggest thing, and everything was free, of course. Kate and I separated in order to explore and I started keeping everything I liked at fifty shelves at least. The conversation between two guys caught my attention; one of them was talking about one of the galleries he had visited: “I was the best warrior in the earth, man, no one could beat me!” I remember he said, “You could be whatever you wanted! You should go! all the guys are staying there!”  They must have been talking about one of those boring videogames that are so famous at the moment.

Suddenly, everything got silent and a voice from a megaphone announced the time was running out. Then it was when I remembered the condition and realised we couldn´t know when the sunset was, since we didn´t have sunlight into the cave. It was mad, hundreds of people running with huge rucksacks without knowing where they were going or how far they were from the end.

“What happened if we didn´t get to the end?” I asked myself feeling worst every single minute it passed and I didn´t see the end. As the time passed, the lights that illuminated the tunnel were fading and they finally went out.

I found myself in a completely darkness, I looked for my lantern in my bag, but there was nothing but sand there. Then is when I thought about all the time I had lost searching for the things that didn´t exist anymore and I realized I hadn´t even spent much time in those places that I had loved most, such as the library. It had all been about running in order to find and get more and more things, and now, I had nothing. We knew that a limited time had been given to us, and we had invested it in distractions instead of looking for the exit. Isn´t it funny how stupid people can be? How could possessions and fashion blind us to the point that we didn´t realize there was no way to see the sun?

I closed my eyes and then… it ended.



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El Departamento de Inglés ha otorgado tres premios, de entre los presentados a mejor cuento corto escrito en inglés, valorando la creatividad y la capacidad de expresión lingüística.

El primer premio ha sido adjudicado a la alumna de 2º de Bachillerato Pilar Carrasco Pujante, por su cuento corto titulado “DREAMS CAN CHANGE PEOPLE” y han sido otorgado ex-aequo dos premios más a los alumnos de 1º de Bachillerato: Irene Sornichero Iniesta por su cuento “AUTUMN”, y al alumno de 4º ESO D/E  Samuel Esteban Martínez, por su cuento “THE OLD MAN AND VINCENT’S STORY”.

Se agradece la participación de todos los alumnos del centro que han participado en el concurso, todos los cuentos han sido interesantes y han demostrado un gran esfuerzo creativo y comunicativo al realizarlo en una segunda lengua de aprendizaje.

Los cuentos ganadores serán publicados en la página web del departamento de Inglés y en la web del IES LA FLOTA.

Hoy publicamos el Primer Premio de PILAR CARRASCO PUJANTE: Dreams can change people. 

¡No te lo puedes perder!

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Lucía C., 3º ESO B

Esta semana, Lucía nos envía el artículo que ha realizado en Ciencias Sociales con su profesora Juana y que ha escrito íntegramente en inglés, pues es el idioma en el que ella y sus compañeros estudian esta asignatura.


Globalization is the process of integration across world-space arising from the interchange of world views, products, ideas, and other aspects of culture.

Advances in transportation and telecommunications infrastructure, including the rise of the telegraph and its posterity the Internet, are major factors in globalization, generating further interdependence of economic and cultural activities.

Surely, if different children around the world had to do this project, more than half of them would coincide with me in this definition because of this browser.

Google is one of the greatest expressions of globalization, because it represents it, develops it and increases it.

Its use is free, it aims to provide information to the whole world and it’s an egalitarian company. Moreover, it promotes the expansion of culture.

Google reaches almost everyone in the world.

Unfortunately, in some developing countries, the technological development has made the technological gap increases because people who live in those places can not access to this great invention.

Through google, governments and big multinational companies can manipulate us and make us listen to the same music, buy the same things and products, follow the same trends…

Through google we can virtually travel to museums and landscapes anywhere in the world without being physically there and we can also communicate with someone thousands of kilometers away.

Google feeds back globalization.

For example, if through google you buy a shirt from zara, favoring the purchase through internet, you also favor the enrichment of large multinational companies and as a result the increase of globalization and the gradual disappearance of small businesses and traditional craft shops without sufficient resources to be released, which represent diversity.