This web blog has been created to provide to WORDS Upper 1, Upper 2, Upper 3 and Upper 4 students the opportunity to a further approach on english language.
The latest update of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED), published on 24 March 2011, revises more than 1.900 entries an adds new words. The funny part is that OED adds some abbreviations too, and now we can search in dictionary what means OMG (Oh my God), LOL (Laughing out loud), FYI (For your Imformation), IMHO (In my humble opinion), TMI (To much Imformation) and BFF (Best Friends Forever).
According to the OED this abbreviations are associated with the language of electronic communications, e.g. email, texting blogs , and so on.
And I just have one question, Why WTF wasn't add too ?
Now to speak about a really serious subject. Bullying.
Many people have been suffering social pression only because a specific behaviour or an appearence element.
Sad things have been done, since tease with bad words to beating situations, just to show useless supremacy.
Nowadays a famous case have been commented all over the world. It's the case of Casey Heynes, a 15-year-old boy from Australia. In Brazil he's been called Zanguief, in regard to a special skill of the character of the Street-Fighter.
The main reason of the importance of this case is that the victim faught the bullying back. After years of suffering the victim didn't stay passive waiting, but he got his agressor and taught him a lesson.
The video is in Portuguese but it is great to close our debate over social responsability in propaganda and advertisements. Check this out and leave your opinion.
People, also get the chance to watch this one - http://www.ted.com/talks/liza_donnelly_drawing_upon_humor_for_change.html
And to celebrate this important moment to English speaker's countries I offer you the music we listened in class. There is no aparent relation with Saint Patrick's Day, but it is a clasical Irish folk music and represents well the life in Ireland. I'm also attaching some photos my wife and I took during a Saint Patrick's day Parade. It's really nice event around there. I hope you like....
While in the merry month of May from me home I started, Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted, Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother, Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I as born, Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblins; Bought a pair of brogues rattling o'er the bogs And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight next morning blithe and early, Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking; Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking. See the lassies smile, laughing all the while. At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubbling. Asked me was I hired, wages I required, I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity To be soon deprived a view of that fine city. So then I took a stroll, all among the quality; Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality. Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind, No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobbling. Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
From there I got away, me spirits never falling, Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing. The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he; When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy. Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs, Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling; When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead, Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah ! Well the boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed, Called me self a fool, I could no longer stand it. Blood began to boil, temper I was losing; Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing. "Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly. Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in, With a load "hurray !" joined in the affray. We quitely cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin. One, two, three four, five, Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
Glossary -
Merry - Full Of joy
Grief - Deep/Intense sorrow
Smother - Stifleorsuffocate
Reap - Cut
Stout - Strong and thick
Thorn - Spine/Prickle
Banish - to condemn to exile
Brogues - Strong shoes
Rattling - Short and sharp sounds
O'er - Over
Bogs - Wet ground
Hare - Lebre
Whack - Hit with sound
Mullingar - Irish county
Limbs - Parts of body
Weary - Exhausted
Blithe - Joyful
Lassies - Young Girls
Twould - It would
Bubbling - Sphericalbodyofgascontainedinaliquid
Stroll - A walk
Bundle - Several objects
Neat - Clean
Wobbling - Toinclinetoonesideandtotheotheralternately Rogue - Tramp/Dishonest Quay - Dock/Pier Roared - Laugh Loudy/Sound made by mouth Hearty - Genuine/Cordial Jigs - Group of boys Shillelagh - Irish cudgel Hobble - Walklamely (Manco) Affray - Noisy quarrel
That's all guys. See you in Class. All the best. Leo
