Do the activities and post the answers as a post!
Do the activities and post the answers as a post!
Read Passage A carefully and then answer the questions.
First fill in the gaps with the correct tense and then answer the questions.
The Sleeping Giant
A new and extreme tourist attraction………………..(just explode) on to the scene in
Iceland: Volcano Walking. It would appear, according to Trip Advisor, that
this is one trip that cannot be missed, despite the extortionate cost.
The idea of making Thrihnukagigur volcano accessible was the brainchild
of Ami B. Stefansson, a doctor in Reykjavik and a lifelong cave enthusiast.
He ………………………………..(study) caves in Iceland since 1954 and some would argue
that there is no-one who has more experience. Thrihnukagigur has always
been special to Stefansson ever since he was the first to descend down to
the crater base in 1974. Like most people who experience it, he was utterly
spellbound by its uniqueness and beauty and made it his mission to
protect and preserve this stunning natural phenomenon. Unlike others
who may have only seen the profit that could be made from walking into
the mouth of a volcano, Stefansson …………………(believe) that the primary focus was
to treat such a grand natural wonder with the utmost respect, to protect
and defend it. The first ‘volcano tourists’ entered the volcano in 2005 and
it has since been labelled as one of the most unique tourist attractions in
Volcano walkers ……………….(take)to the mouth of the crater from where they
are lowered in a basket into the depths of the earth. People once thought
that volcanoes were portals to Hell and associated with death and destruction
and yet the entrance to the crater is awe-inspiring and almost
ethereal. The vastness of it can feel overwhelming; it is the size of a cathedral
and the Statue of Liberty could easily fit into the shaft. After 6
minutes and 120 metres, visitors arrive at the crater base. The ground
space is the size of three full-sized basketball courts placed next to each.
Practice Paper: Text A (pt2)
At the bottom there is a reverent hush. People whisper in respect to the
sleeping giant who has lain dormant for 4,000 years. The subterranean
walls are scorched with colours from a divine palette: magenta red, vibrant
purple, burnt orange, vivid green and honey yellow. The colour intensifies
in certain places where 4000 years ago the magma was pushed
out with brutal force. This is Mother Nature’s secret place, her private art
studio where visitors feel like trespassers. The protruding rock faces show
a tapestry of patterns and formations that have been moulded by heat,
pressure and time. Floodlights illuminate the walls and draw attention to
the beauty humans were never intended to see. A light rain weeps from
the porous rock above and covers the crater sides with a shine that makes
it sparkle. The scorch marks……………..(can see) close up – at one point in time
these rock faces were glowing red with fiery heat. This giant, although
sleeping, is still dangerous: an 80-metre drop into the void is disguised by
a collection of rocks close to where visitors stand.
It is a soul-enriching experience and visitors often report feeling deeply
moved by the beauty and tranquillity of something that was once so destructive
and angry. Confronted with this result of the unrestrained forces
of nature, it is hard not to feel small and powerless in comparison. Sadly,
the magical spell is broken when the basket appears, indicating that it is
time for visitors to return to reality. On the return hike, visitors walk
across the lava fields as though they are astronauts on the moon. They
pass enormous open wounds where the landscape is literally tearing itself
apart as tectonic plates slowly shift. It serves as one final reminder that
this giant is merely dormant, not dead.
Re-read the descriptions of:
(a) The volcano in paragraph 3, beginning, “Volcano
(b) The crater in paragraph 4 , beginning, “At the
Select four powerful words or phrases from each paragraph.
Your choices should include imagery. Explain
how each word or phrase selected is used effectively
Write about 100 to 150 words
Explain the meaning of the words in bold. Use synonyms to explain them.
Finish these sentences in an appropriate way.
If I hadn’t visited Mary last week,…………………………………………………………………
If I could help Sue,……………………………………………………………………………………..
You need to study more if ………………………………………………………………………….
Why don’t you go to the doctor if………………………………………………………………?
Suppose you had the chance of moving abroad,………………………………………………..?
Jack can lend you the money as long as……………………………………………………………..
I wish I………………………………………………………….(BE) taller. I would love to work as a model.
I wish you…………………………………………………..(stop) smoking. It’s bad for your health.
Compare the two main characters of More than just the disease and Face. What do they have in common? Write a paragraph (90-100 words)Include at least one conditional sentence and one compound adjective. Include at least three of the following terms:
grope for – overcast- to prune- to scold- nosy- sip- to shiver- to hum- to quiver- reluctant- to coax- gloomy- to gleam- scorching hot- rusty- to scratch.
After reading the story The Lake Princesses analyse the features of this type of writing.
You don’t achieve things by waiting for them to happen, but by actively working to bring about everything that would help these things to happen.
An island in a lake
Two princesses and a monster
Only when the wicked King and his court of wizards and fortune-tellers had been overthrown did it become known that a brave Prince was destined to liberate the Princesses from their captivity.
When the wind carried this news to the island, it filled the Princesses’ lives with hope. The youngest, who was much sweeter and more beautiful than her sister, patiently waited for her love, making small decorations from flowers and clay, and singing love songs. The older Princess, however, didn’t enjoy having to wait.
–“I’ll have to do something to help the Prince rescue me. At least so he knows where I am, or he knows what the lake monster’s like.”
Determined to help the Prince, she set to work, making signal fires, building towers, digging tunnels and a thousand other things. However, the terrible lake monster always did his best to scupper her plans.
As time went on, the older sister felt increasingly uncomfortable. She knew the Prince would choose the younger sister, so she felt there wasn’t much sense in keeping waiting. From that point on, she concentrated on trying to escape from the island and the lake monster, not worrying any more about the Prince or whether he would rescue them.
Every morning she would prepare a different escape plan, but the monster would always manage to ruin it. The escape attempts went on day after day, and always ended with the monster capturing her. They became like a game of cat and mouse between the Princess and her guard. Each escape attempt was more original and ingenious than its predecessor, and each form of discovery was ever more subtle and surprising. They put so much effort and imagination into their plans that at the end of each day the Princess and the monster would spend hours chatting like friends, about how they had each prepared their strategy. And when the moon came out they would say farewell, until tomorrow, and the monster would dive back down to the watery depths.
One day, the monster bid farewell to the Princess like this:
-“Tomorrow I will allow you to go. You are a clever and brave young girl. You don’t deserve to remain imprisoned like this.”
But the following morning the Princess didn’t try to escape. She sat by the water, waiting until the monster appeared.
-“Why haven’t you gone?”
asked the monster.
–“I didn’t want to leave you here all alone. It’s true that you’re scary, and you’re enormous, but you too are clever, and you deserve something better than just guarding Princesses. Why don’t you come with me?”
answered the monster, sadly
-“I can’t leave the island, I’m attached to it by a long chain. You will have to leave on your own.”
The Princess approached the terrifying beast and hugged it with all her might. So tightly did she hug the monster that it broke up into a thousand pieces. And out from among those pieces appeared a slim, smiling young man, with the same intelligent expression as had had the lake monster.
And so it was that the Princesses discovered their rescuing Prince, and that he had been with them all along. They hadn’t known that for him to rescue them, first they would have to rescue him. This was only made possible thanks to the spirit and positive attitude of the older sister.
And the Prince, being the clever young man he was, was in doubt about which Princess he would choose to marry… leaving the younger sister to her songs, her beauty and her sweetness,.. ever waiting for some foolish Prince that would love a girl with so little initiative.
Read the following fable before writing our own.
The Lion and the Mouse
A small mouse crept up to a sleeping lion. The mouse admired the lion’s ears, his long whiskers and his great mane.
“Since he’s sleeping,” thought the mouse, “he’ll never suspect I’m here!”
With that, the little mouse climbed up onto the lion’s tail, ran across its back, slid down its leg and jumped off of its paw. The lion awoke and quickly caught the mouse between its claws.
“Please,” said the mouse, “let me go and I’ll come back and help you someday.”
The lion laughed, “You are so small! How could ever help me?”
The lion laughed so hard he had to hold his belly! The mouse jumped to freedom and ran until she was far, far away.
The next day, two hunters came to the jungle. They went to the lion’s lair. They set a huge rope snare. When the lion came home that night, he stepped into the trap.
He roared! He wept! But he couldn’t pull himself free.
The mouse heard the lion’s pitiful roar and came back to help him.
The mouse eyed the trap and noticed the one thick rope that held it together. She began nibbling and nibbling until the rope broke. The lion was able to shake off the other ropes that held him tight. He stood up free again!
The lion turned to the mouse and said, “Dear friend, I was foolish to ridicule you for being small. You helped me by saving my life after all!”
Task 1:Watch the following scene of The Starnge Case of Benjamin Button. Count how many times the word “if” is pronounced and write the conditional sentences you were able to identify in the form of a post.
Task 2: Now write a short account describing a terribly bad day you have had. Include at least four examples of conditional sentences type 3 regretting the decisions you have made that day. Once you finish writing the account, post it in your blogs.
Read the following extracts and answer the questions.
1)What do these pieces have in common? What differences can you spot?
2)How is tension or fear created in the piece?
3)Choose four terms, explain them and use them in examples of your own.
4)Write a similar piece of your own. Create tension and fear. (150-180 WORDS)
From The Void
Joe and Simon are mountain climbing in the Andes, when Joe has a terrible accident. Here are two accounts by Joe and Simon of what happened.
I hit the slope at the base of the cliff before I saw it coming. I was facing into the slope and both knees locked as I struck it. I felt a shattering blow in my knee, felt bones splitting, and screamed. The impact catapulted me over backwards and down the slope of the East Face. I slid, head-first, on my back. The rushing speed of it confused me. I thought of the drop below but felt nothing. Simon would be ripped off the mountain. He couldn’t hold this. I screamed again as I jerked to a sudden violent stop. Everything was still, silent. My thoughts raced madly. Then pain flooded down my thigh — a fierce burning fire coming down the inside of my thigh, seeming to ball in 10 my groin, building and building until I cried out at it, and my breathing came in ragged gasps. My leg! … My leg!
I hung, head down, on my back, left leg tangled in the rope above me and my right leg hanging slackly to one side. I lifted my head from the snow and stared, up across my chest, at a grotesque distortion in the right knee, twisting the leg into a strange zigzag. I didn’t connect it with the pain which burnt my groin. That had nothing to do with my knee. I kicked my left leg free of the rope and swung round until I was hanging against the snow on my chest, feet down. The pain eased. I kicked my left foot into the slope and stood up.
A wave of nausea surged over me. I pressed my face into the snow, and the sharp 20 cold seemed to calm me. Something terrible, something dark with dread occurred to me, and as I thought about it I felt the dark thought break into panic: ‘I’ve broken my leg, that’s it. I’m dead. Everyone said it … if there’s just two of you a broken ankle could turn into a death sentence … if it’s broken … if … It doesn’t hurt so much, maybe I’ve just ripped something.’
I kicked my right leg against the slope, feeling sure it wasn’t broken. My knee exploded. Bone grated, and the fireball rushed from groin to knee. I screamed. I looked down at the knee and could see it was broken, yet I tried not to believe what I was seeing. It wasn’t just broken, it was ruptured, twisted, crushed, and I could see the kink in the joint and knew what had happened. The impact had driven my lower 30 leg up through the knee joint. …
I dug my axes into the snow, and pounded my good leg deeply into the soft slope until I felt sure it wouldn’t slip. The effort brought back the nausea and I felt my head spin giddily to the point of fainting. I moved and a searing spasm of pain cleared away the faintness. I could see the summit of Seria Norte away to the west. I was not far below it. The sight drove home how desperately things had changed. We were above 19,000 feet, still on the ridge, and very much alone. I looked south at the small rise I had hoped to scale quickly and it seemed to grow with every second that I stared. I would never get over it. Simon would not be able to get me up it. He would leave me. He had no choice. I held my breath, thinking about it. Left here? 40 Alone? … For an age I felt overwhelmed at the notion of being left; I felt like screaming, and I felt like swearing, but stayed silent. If I said a word, I would panic. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of it.
Joe had disappeared behind a rise in the ridge and began moving faster than I could go. I was glad we had put the steep section behind us at last. … I felt tired and was grateful to be able to follow Joe’s tracks instead of breaking trail*. I
rested a while when I saw that Joe had stopped moving. Obviously he had found an obstacle and I thought I would wait until he started moving again. When the rope moved again I trudged forward after it, slowly.
Suddenly there was a sharp tug as the rope lashed out taut across the slope. I was 50 pulled forward several feet as I pushed my axes into the snow and braced myself for another jerk. Nothing happened. I knew that Joe had fallen, but I couldn’t see him, so I stayed put. I waited for about ten minutes until the tautened rope went slack on the snow and I felt sure that Joe had got his weight off me. I began to move along his footsteps cautiously, half expecting something else to happen. I kept tensed up and re
ady to dig my axes in at the first sign of trouble.
As I crested the rise, I could see down a slope to where the rope disappeared over the edge of a drop. I approached slowly, wondering what had happened. When I reached the top of the drop I saw Joe below me. He had one foot dug in and was leaning against the slope with his face buried in the snow. I asked him what had 60 happened and he looked at me in surprise. I knew he was injured, but the significance didn’t hit me at first. He told me very calmly that he had broken his leg. He looked pathetic, and my immediate thought came without any emotion. … You’re dead … no two ways about it! I think he knew it too. I could see it in his face. It was all totally rational. I knew where we were, I took in everything around me instantly, and knew he was dead. It never occurred to me that I might also die. I accepted without question that I could get off the mountain alone. I had no doubt about that. …
IGCSEBelow him I could see thousands of feet of open face falling into the eastern glacier bay. I watched him quite dispassionately. I couldn’t help him, and it occurred 70 to me that in all likelihood he would fall to his death. I wasn’t disturbed by the thought. In a way I hoped he would fall. I knew I couldn’t leave him while he was still fighting for it, but I had no idea how I might help him. I could get down. If I tried to get him down I might die with him. It didn’t frighten me. It just seemed a waste. It would be pointless. I kept staring at him, expecting him to fall …
Tenses: simple present, present continuous, present perfect, past perfect, future simple, going to and simple present and present continuous with future meaning.
Gerunds and infinitives.
Short Stories: Mr Loveday’s little outing, Boy (chapters 1,2 and 3) Analysis and vocabulary
Making questions .
Writing a news report.
Inversion: I post this chart to refresh the explanation of inversion. Once you have read it, select a piece of writing from the Web that contains some form of inversion. Explain what type of inversion it is. Comment on the type of text and its register (poem, letter, report, short story ,etc)