Ensino Secundário
...
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken, de ROBERT FROST, obtido através de
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken,
em 25.abr.2021
A evolução das ferramentas tecnológicas, acessíveis na internet, são, para mim, um fascínio constante. Por isso, procuro explorá-las, atendendo às mais-valias que podem ter na aprendizagem. A plataforma Wakelet (acessível através de https://wakelet.com/) é uma ferramenta extraordinária, por todas as potencialidades que integra, para contextos de aprendizagem, mas não só. Permite criar coleções de recursos mediante o colar de hiperligações de qualquer página da internet ou de um vídeo do YouTube, carregar ficheiros de imagem ou em formato pdf, mas também integrar ligações com ficheiros em alojamentos cloud como o OneDrive ou Google Drive, ou mesmo das redes sociais. Todas as coleções e espaços criados são por defeito privados e é o utilizador quem decide se partilha e como partilha. O registo no Wakelet pode ser feito, por qualquer cibernauta que queira ser utilizador, através de correio eletrónico ou da associação a uma conta Apple, Google, Microsoft ou Facebook (deve ser sempre acautelada a idade legal para a qual é permitido ter conta de correio eletrónico).
O contacto com esta ferramenta permitiu que me inscrevesse como membro da comunidade Wakelet e alcançasse o estatuto de Wakelet Ambassador. Neste momento, é-me possível dar formação aos pares e aos alunos no âmbito desta plataforma e das suas potencialidades.
Agradeço à Direção do Externato Marista de Lisboa a oportunidade de desafiar e acompanhar os alunos do 12º ano para desenvolverem o programa Wakelet Student Amabassador, o que se revelou um verdadeiro privilégio. Doze alunos concluíram com sucesso e obtiveram o diploma Wakelet Student Amabassador revelando-se fabulosos no seu desempenho, no cumprimento dos módulos e no envolvimento ao longo de todo o programa, permitindo-me, também, aprender com eles.
O programa implementado foi criado pela equipa do Wakelet e é desenvolvido em inglês, mas é possível os alunos optarem por realizar todas as atividades em português. São exploradas competências que vão, efetivamente, para além da escola, mas que são estruturantes no futuro e no pleno desenvolvimento pessoal e profissional.
Viver numa constante
aprendizagem é ter de escolher as estradas que caminhamos, num incrementar de
saberes sempre em prol das novas decisões, mais sustentadas, mais refletidas,
mas... sempre de enriquecimento.
António Faria
À medida que nos vamos aproximando de uma nova fase da nossa vida, a entrada no ensino superior, vamos começando a prestar atenção às "pequenas" atividades que podemos aproveitar para nos envolvermos e, mais tarde, nos distinguirmos enquanto jovens.
No entanto, mais do que a mera construção de um curriculum, passamos por todo um processo intelectual, e acima de tudo, pessoal, ganhando soft skills e apurando alguns aspetos que poucas vezes temos oportunidade de colocar em prática.
Diria que o projeto Wakelet Student Ambassador, promovido pelo professor António Faria no EML, nos proporcionou isso mesmo. Para além de nos dar a conhecer uma nova plataforma que usarei no futuro certamente, colocou à prova muitas capacidades, que o molde tradicional de ensino por vezes não explora.
Ao longo deste percurso fui sem dúvida obrigada a parar no meu dia, no meio de todo o caos, típico de uma estudante. Obrigou-me pensar sobre quem sou, o que me define e o que alcancei como pessoa. A desenvolver o meu espírito crítico, criatividade, capacidade de falar em público, e claro, de trabalhar em equipa.
Deixo, finalmente, o meu agradecimento ao professor António Faria que (em inglês ou em português) se mostrou sempre disponível e incansável para nos ajudar a percorrer este caminho e a chegarmos mais longe, enquanto adultos do futuro e, sobretudo, enquanto pessoas.
Carlota
Martins 12º1C
Português
Comunicar sem palavras
As palavras sempre foram importantes; sempre tiveram papel de destaque no que toca à comunicação. Surgiram pela necessidade, precisamente, de nos compreendermos uns aos outros, comunicação esta que foi evoluindo ao longo do tempo. E hoje não é exceção. As palavras e o seu uso correto continuam a ser importantes e necessárias, mas talvez não completamente essenciais...
A comunicação pode não se pode restringir às palavras... e muitas vezes estas podem nem ser sequer suficientes para transmitir certas ideias, ou, pelo menos, não o melhor ou mais eficaz meio para o fazer. A frase "Um olhar vale mais do que mil palavras" não é, de todo, descabida e hoje sabemos isso melhor do que nunca: sabemos que, muitas vezes, o nosso olhar pode transmitir algo que não somos capazes de transmitir verbalizando. Nem sempre é possível encontrar as palavras certas para descrever algo que acontece dentro de nós, que é invisível e sem forma. E é nos momentos em que elas custam a sair que o olhar fala por si e transmite os nossos sentimentos de forma transparente e sem filtros. Este meio de comunicação (penso que lhe posso dar esse nome) é eficaz, mas apenas totalmente claro quando o fazemos com alguém com quem partilhamos uma relação de intimidade, tal como refere Maria Luísa Blanco quando diz "Quando se estabelece essa relação de intimidade e de amizade, não é necessário falar".
Para além disto, existe ainda a arte; a arte que está e que vai para além das letras. Também o uso da cor e da forma podem ter conteúdo - tal como o olhar, esta arte possui maior força que as palavras em algumas circunstâncias, circunstâncias estas de caráter mais profundo e intenso. Talvez por isso mesmo, por se tratar de algo que supera o vocabulário humano, é que a arte pode ser tanto meramente informativa, como incisiva na transmissão daquilo que precisamos de ouvir, embora não queiramos.
Assim, podemos dizer que sim: as palavras são importantes, mas são, em alguns aspetos, superáveis. O poder do olhar e da arte é, por vezes, superior ao das palavras, sendo isto, a meu ver, um sinal da evolução humana em benefício da mesma.
Rita Castro 11º 5
Odes a 2020
Inglês
Life through my window
Sentimental POEMS
Life as we know it
Last year a virus entered our lives
One year later here am I,
Watching my adolescence say bye
And having to turn in a work that rhymes
This pandemic brought a disease
That it doesn´t only make you sneeze
You don´t want to wear a mask while shopping
Now someone is in a casket from you coughing
Some people said "It will be fine"
"It´s only temporary"
I´ve been one year on-line
But i guess it´s better than in a cemetery
Another quarentine
To force social distancing
Someone get me some Thorazine
Because this way of life has become sickening
Feeling anxious and tired
Like I´ve already got hired
I keep missing the old days
But we must remain hopeful, always
We shall remain strong
It doesn´t matter for how long
Our mind needs to be taken care of
Let´s set them free like a flying dove
You should start exercising
Take a walk or read a book
That will be very moralizing
More than opening Outlook
And in the end remember
That we are the lucky ones
Because while you had a great month of December
Others have lost their sons
Together we will persevere
We ll stay responsible
And since nothing is never unsolvable
We might look back and think " It ended up being a great year"
Miguel SopasA new reckoning from the inside
Everyone
now has a disinfectant and a mask,
Forced
to stay inside indefinitely.
If
to leave we desire to ask,
It's
for the benefit of the community.
Little
has changed between now and then,
The
same habits over and over again.
It
starts to affect your brain
Considering
the end: When?
As
an introvert, staying at home is no big deal,
I
have always something to do.
The
idea of time running short is real,
I
will simply never finish my queue.
Books
have revived my lifestyle,
From
Kishore Mahbubani to George Orwell.
Reading
international books is now worthwhile,
Entire
lifetimes could be summarized in a nutshell.
In
German, I can read and speak
As
long as they don't speak too fast.
These
people don't really talk with such speed
And
the vocabulary is diverse and vast.
With
my parents, I spoke a great amount
And
we've got to know each other.
More
often than not we take into account
The
desires and needs of another's.
Routines
I tried desperately to keep
Although
sometimes my work was cut short.
From
productivity to the schedule of sleep,
Sometimes
I had the urge to abort.
This
has been so far my quarantine,
Nothing
out of the realm of the ordinary.
I'm
now close to turning eighteen,
Let's
see what the future will carry.
Afonso Simões 12º2
A poem from my window
Pandemic crashed our lives,
And turned everything upside down.
Not everyone survives,
And countries go to lockdown.
Some people are lonely,
Other have lost their jobs.
All we want is not to be lonely,
And beat the odds.
How I wish we could go back,
And hug the ones we love again.
Now it feels like a flashback
In our memory we try to retain.
Hospitals become overcrowded,
Health professionals are exhausted.
If our eyes aren't clouded,
We know these people should be recorded.
I want my freedom,
I want to be masks free.
This won't last just one season,
And we are stuck on how it would be.
If only we didn´t have to be afraid
Of the virus that is on the loose.
It feels like we are being played
In a game we can only lose.
Margarida Guerreiro 12º2
Behind my window
I look out the window,
alone in my bedroom.
Everything is empty and calm.
Everything should be fine, I presume!
But it's not all right!
Everyday thousands of people die.
I keep watching the news on TV
And I only hear discouragement and cry
It seems that we are in a nightmare,
and we wake up screaming.
We look around and see
that is the reality we are living in!
My day to day is in my room
without a hug or a kiss.
It is difficult to live without affection,
I need joy, happiness or bliss!
How many times I've complained
that I didn't want to go to school...
Oh, I'd give everything to be there now
as now I think of me, what a fool!
What happened to the wonderful world?
That we always hear in the song?
The sky remains blue and clouds white,
but down here everything is wrong!
Children closed at home,
old people full of tears.
People without jobs and food,
everyone lives with fears!
So much suffering, my God, why?
I ask over and over again.
Desperate doctors and without strength,
so many people and families in pain.
Despite the world's suffering,
closed between four walls,
I am blessed with the love of my family.
And this is what I wish for you all.
We must have hope and faith,
and wait for this virus departs.
And then we will start breathing again
and have peace and quiet in our hearts.
João Fonseca 12º2
Feelings in a Pandemic
A virus took over our lives
And changed what we always knew,
Events that I anxiously expected
That now are all through.
We can't get out,
Only if necessary
And hand sanitizer and a mask
Are always something you have to carry.
Looking back at the things we would do,
Now everyone lines up in a queue,
Or you're out shopping or for vaccines
Or you're at home working in screens.
Feeling trapped inside my house,
Thinking about the freedom that I once had,
Knowing everyone is going through the same
But I still feel sad!
People are suffering in silence
With no one to turn to,
Seeking emotional balance
While fighting being blue.
"The big 18" is what they said,
But Covid-19 still spreads,
Starting to hope for this to go down
While not being able to walk around.
Welcome to the world we live in,
While expecting for this to end,
Loneliness is what we're feelin'
Without physically laughing with a friend.
I just hope to return to what we were,
Taking care of the people without the before precaution,
Glad that everything's gone
But learnt from the misfortune.
Catarina
Quadros 12º2
Is it ever going to end?
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I can't believe that in the beginning
I said that "it was only a flu"!
I don't even enjoy
to write about this pandemic.
However, I shall amuse you
and make it poetic.
It is so strange
that a year has already gone,
and I truly wish that this is the first,
and also the last one.
Everything closed
from cinemas to schools,
due to the quantity of infections,
and the irresponsibility of some fools.
We must all find ways
to protect ourselves and the ones we like,
otherwise we may put them in danger
and let the corona strike.
People are getting anxious,
and some are starting to depress.
If we don't act together,
this will burgeon into a bigger mess.
And now, here we are today :
all closed and in quarantine.
If anyone told me that virus had vanished away,
I would get goosebumps in my spine
I'm not going to lie
that I have felt sad occasionally.
Being in lockdown for days and days
made me feel sorrowful and lonely.
Nevertheless, during this terrible period
we must find ways to be distracted.
For example, by finding new hobbies
I got way more entertained
To be honest and candid,
I even found more time to focus on me
and maybe if it wasn't for all this,
I wouldn't be able to see the changes that now I see
I hope that this disease disappears
and that it never comes back.
Until then, we must find ways to support this
in order to be able to keep on track.
Vasco Rodam 12 2
A poem from my window
I look through my window
And I see a different world from the one I grew up in.
The streets are empty and silent,
There's no one around to see.
Who knows how much longer it will take,
Until we are allowed outside again.
But right now we just want to have a break,
From this crazy world we are living in.
We are forced to stay home,
Living the same day over and over again.
Taking away our liberty and time,
And that is what has been giving us pain.
So many news fill the internet
With tragic stories of those who have died,
Now we realize how COVID is really a threat,
To all the human lives.
Mª Mafalda
Through my window
Through my window I see
Suffering people, broken souls,
Emptiness, sadness,
And I, myself, don't feel whole
This pandemic is very dangerous,
In every existing way,
And the only thing going up
Is probably my weight
However, it gives us time,
To reflect and to re-think
Some dance, others cry
And others print it with ink
It is essential that everyone
Finds a way to cope
And distracting ourselves
Is the way to goTo find new hobbies and new passions
Is what we should attempt
(Finding love perhaps?)
But in the times we live in
You better wear a mask!
People say that good things come,
To those who wait
However, I`m getting tired,
Because being confined makes my heart ache!
Now, I crave summer days
Where hair gets lighter,
Skin gets darker,
Water gets warmer,
Drinks get colder,
Music gets louder,
Nights get longer
Where life gets better.
Thoughts from my window
Inspirational Poems
It's Corona Time
It's corona time,
Everything seems negative.
And I stay contemplative,
Admiring through the window the sunshine,
Our lives were paused
And we are fighting against the cause
Of all this mess we're living in.
It's corona time,
People are enclosed.
Maybe there are some pros,
But nothing can pay the loss of opportunities of a lifetime.
Everybody should be enjoying.
The truth is that we don't stop growing,
And time is unrecoverable.
Tiago Madeira Ferreira 12º1C
Covid-19 Poem
The whole pandemic thing started
About one year ago,
I´ll try to tell you how I dealt with it,
In the poem below.
When they told us we would go home for two weeks
We were extremely excited,
Having unlimited time to play video games
Waking up at the time I decided.
Scientists said it was for real,
A lot of people would die,
But we were young and irresponsible,
So we proceeded with our lives.
That´s when the first Portuguese life was taken,
And everything changed.
I started to think about what could happen,
With my family I was concerned.I tried to stay focused in School,
The 11th grade would determine my future success.
I managed to get through all the global problems,
And my exam result was the best!
And then my worst fear happened,
My father was infected.
I just prayed that he would get better
And my praises were listened.
For now my family is fine,
But I don´t know what will happen tonight,
The virus has already killed my optimism
I just hope it doesn´t take my life.Bernardo Pinto 12º1C
After all this is done
After all this is done,
The fear of sharing a breath
Or the vulgar human fun,
Because of an invisible deadly threat.~
After all this is done,
When your life is being threatened,
And there is nowhere to run,
And no one even knows what happened.
After all this is done,
I'll travel far, far away,
Or just stay in a café.
After all this is done,
Will I finally be free,
Or did I forget how to live?!
I look outside,
I feel like a part of me died.
I remember the freedom
We used to take for granted.
The first couple of months were not easy,
I almost felt dizzy,
I consistently felt tired and unable to focus on anything,
I wish I had done something.
The only thing that made me smile was thinking of the past
I felt like an outcast
In my own life.
I missed my friends so much
Even though we stayed in touch.
It wasn't the same,
I was going insane
Today I feel like a new person
I found a new version.
A new Marta,
I had never met before.
I appreciate the small things in life more
And I started to explore.
What I liked,
And I was pleasantly surprised.
I found out what truly brings me happiness
And I stopped feeling the previous laziness
I try to live every moment at its fullness
Without the constant rush
Everything is going to be alright
And when its night
I can finally sleep
Feeling complete
Pandemic Poem
Time passes indefinitely,
Somehow we manage to get through.
Between dog walks and Zoom talks, inevitably,
Life insists to present us nothing new.
So many are the lives we can save,
Only by sitting down with patience.
Never before have so many people been brave,
As bravery is now mistaken for a cold ambience.
Was it not for the countless movies,
Books and interviews that invade our screens,
Or a call to a friend whose tone, more groovy,
Lifts up our mood in a way that cleans.
Our minds, we wouldn't know that gradually
The rush of anxiety that can naturally happen.
And those terrible statistics practically
Cease to grow, eventually flatten
To tell us that this time will pass too.
Miguel Almeida 12º1C
A poem from my window
As I look down below
From far up my window
And dream of how it was before
I tremble and shake to my core.
Oh, all the time we have lost
The number of things that could have happened
I want this to be over whatever the cost
And to catch up on the life that was abandoned.
From January until April when will it end?
It happened last year, and it will happen again...
The numbers are raising higher than the sky,
And as I look out my window
Feeling powerless, I sigh...
But I still have hope,
That it soon will end,
Maybe I will not have to, with the pandemic, cope
And time with everyone I love, I will again spend.
Tomás Ramos 12º1C
Closed in my home
Feels like a prison
Desperate for attention
So please, listen!
A day feels like a week
But a week feels like a day
Starting to feel like a freak
No alternative but to pray
Please god help me!
They say:
Stay at home!
And I have to agree
I just want this to end
I want to talk to my friend
But why don´t I call him?
Because it´s simply not the same
Poem on pandemic
We didn't request this absence,
we didn't request this silence,
our lives are surrounded by fear
for knowing that evil can appear.
This loneliness that suffocates us,
it is only ours,
the days look the same
and are spent by counting the hours.
Away from our families and our friends,
we look forward to the day
that we can leave the house without our face covered,
and this pandemic ends.
Without looking at the consequences
we believe that we make sacrifices,
when our selfishness comes to the fore
damaging those we love more.
We are all in the same boat,
and we row in search of a different reality
wondering what that would be,
if there was no longer fear of touching.
It is important not to lose hope
and believe that, if we all cope,
we'll no longer be confined
and we'll go back to the lives we left behind.The sights from the inside
Losing something everyday
Seems like we all need to pay
When we only want this to end faster.
This is a blatant disaster.
We only trying to live a normal life,
but it seems like someone is pointing us a knife.
We have learned to work differently.
Hopefully, this year has been filled with opportunity.
Among with the exhaust.
The society is full of doubt.
Our fingers are still crossed.
As we hope for a way out.
All of us are suffering,
hustling to uphold the comforts that scaffold our lives.
Hoping that the hope survives.
And one day we will start recovering.
João Carlos Azevedo 12º1C
Poem on my landscape
Although greatness is achievable,
Even while laying down,
Even while crying for the miserable,
Even though all of us are in the town,
Even while at home, possible.
I can´t go without thinking
That maybe in some way,
Maybe by not risking,
I could´ve celebrated her birthday...
I know I can do all things,
Even if I´m home
But not even all the devices existing,
Could make me feel less alone.Alone with grief
Alone to die in a boredom full of homework,
Alone. With me
It is at the reach of an arm,
Anything we could want!
To get out of boredom, solitude, anxiety
But the TV remote is still so much closer than any jaunt...
Oh, the hesitancy...
Between wanting to go out,
But still not because it's required energy
"But everyone is working out!"
"Will they see it if I don´t?"
"Only if you buy these internet leggings!"
"Well, my boyfriend wouldn't want..."
"Shouldn't he just count his blessings?
The Pandemic Experience
Stuck at home, nothing to entertain myself with;
Home is like muck, being outside is just a myth.
Doc´s say that they will save us by any means,
Others say the vaccines will change our genes.
At first I was bored, now I am just tired
And to leave home mask is required;
Poem's the only thing that makes me inspired;
In a time that too many are being fired.
Plenty feel lonely;
While others have a new hobby.
The future is foggy,
But we are getting there slowly.
Living at this time is not easy.
Studying to make myself busy.
I wish I could go somewhere,
But they are closing the city.
Waited Hopes
Outside by nature's gift serene,
Each day of the year passes by,
And by my gleaming corner I deem
on life itself you can't rely.
You come to fetch me from my work,
As your soul loudly reclines,
Mysteriously, beautifully, the sensitive rose
a rendering death it pines.So, by the touch of the impossible,
Quests are still yet a dream,
And memory is mirth and shattering,
And of sorrow fills.
One day it shall regrow,
Ah, dim through the daylight,
The world has woven all,
In waited hopes.
Estefânia Nogueira de Castro 12º3
We are living hard times
But sometimes its good because
We become low on crimes
Since everyone is locked in their houses
Although I still can't stop my head buzz
Given that a walk I can't do in daytime
In the end I remain on my window
Just to find the only thing I did
Is dreaming awake like a kid.
I find that our life
Is sharp as a knife
Because our future
Is falling like a deteriorated structure
The only thing keeping me alive
Is the hobby that I everyday dive
I'm talking about me building
A motorcycle that made my hands bleeding
But in the end the only thing that matters
Is the future I'm everyday dreaming.
Duarte Antunes 12º1C
THE IMPACT OF THE PANDEMIC
THROUGH MY EYES
I'm looking out the window frame
All day, all night.
Although nothing seems to change,
We're living an invisible fight.
The reality has changed over night
No one knows what to do.
So, we just pretend everything is alright
But deep down we're all angry and blue.
However, we can surely find happiness
And I just discovered something therapeutic.
Whenever I feel sorrow and emptiness
I take a deep breath and write my own music!
Look around for anything precious;
Change your perception and take action
To overcome moments that may seem atrocious
You just need to free yourself through imagination.
Sometimes it may feel as if
You're about to fall off a cliff.
But even if it seems like a never-ending spiral
Try to be hopeful and run away from the denial.
Even though we have no clue,
The best we can do
Is wait and try to distract ourselves
Maybe by diving into the bookshelves.
Everyone must do
What they feel most comfortable to
My distraction is music
But yours can be anything you find amusing.
Soon the pandemic will be over
And we'll have our lives back.
But maybe we'll all have gone through a makeover.
And for everything around us we'll have more respect.
Try to look at this as part of a self-improvement process.
Despite all the negativity around,
Try and fight-back the stress
While being in lockdown.
Through my eyes,
This is a very rough time
But please know that everyone cries
And you're not alone in this ride we call life.