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When I was nineteen years old, I was studying at university. One day I had an anatomy exam, it was a subject I liked but it was very difficult because I had to memorise a lot of concepts. This day I went to university by car.

Suddenly while I was driving, I heard a strange noise. I realised that the car had broken down, then I stopped at a petrol station on the motorway. I panicked; I had tried as hard as I could for this exam.

Then a petrol station worker asked me what was happening to me and if he could help me. I told him I was going to be late for an exam which was very important to me. He seemed charming and was very handsome. He offered his car, but I had to come back when he finished his workday.

He did me a great favour. A few months later we fell in love.

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Another short story about the legend of St Jordi’s Day.

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Another short story about the legend of St Jordi’s Day.

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When I was a child, my grandfather used to tell me a story about a small green dragon which lived in the Santa Florentina castle in Canet de Mar. It’s a special story for me and I would like to share it with the EOI School.
The story begins when a  young princess who was traveling around Catalonia with her father ,the King , stopped at the castle to change their horses, wash and eat something.
After dinner the young princess called Cleodolinda lay down on the grass in the garden, but she couldn’t, something or someone was there in the grass shouting at her; it was the small dragon. Cleodolinda caught the dragon and she began to play with it.
Then the Kind ordered to restart the trip. Cleodolinda hid the small dragon in her pocket and they rode to the Palafolls castle where they had to spend the night.
At night the princess started to speak with the green dragon. There in Palafolls castle lived a family with a young boy called Jordi. When Jordi saw the small dragon got in panic. He was afraid of dragons, and he hit the small animal. Then the dragon started to cry.
Cleodolinda could calm down the dragon and the boy, and they started to play together until they got tired and went to sleep.
In the morning the dragon had grown two meters and Jordi and the princess let him escape before the King could kill it.
It’s not known if the dragon is still alive and a rosebush grew from its tears when it had to go hide in the mountains.
This story is different but I hope you liked it.
So, if you walk in the north Maresme mountains maybe one day you will find some trace of the dragon.

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This is a story not suitable for all audiencies, not because its content might offend sensibilities, but because I’m of a certain age and some references cannot be understood.

Sick of traveling or going to conferences and feeling ignorant because I didn’t understand anything, I decided to learn English in EOI. And here I am, experiencing in my own flesh a lot of feelings, always in english of course, and why not say that sometimes seems like I were Manolito, Mafalda’s friend.

I’m everyday improving my vocabulary. Like yesterday when I was searching in the translator “Wether” and... Oh, surprise!! It is “carnero castrado”???. I couldn’t believe it! And then I saw that I had forgotten an “H”. I had searched “wether” not “whether” and here I am whising that in the photo of my oral exam there are a lot of sheeps because I will tell that perhaps once is a wether.

Learning English is also having some beneficial side effects. Like  keep my mental Health, because  I speak in english alone all the time and psychologist say that speaking alone it’s very healthy,  also given that my self-esteem is increasing because I understand myself very well.

Well, that’s all, because I’m entering in to the phrasal verbs “Black hole” and I’m sure that the sensations are being similars than the Dragon Khan attraction.

At all the students don’t faint. We can do it!!

Or not.....

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It all started 5 years ago, when I was 20 years old. My parents and I were going to visit my grandparents by car from Calella to Almeria and afterwards by ship to Melilla. We got on the ship and We went to our cabin when something happened.

I just entered the bathroom and when I got out (of the bathroom) I saw all of my family on the floor. They had fallen down due to something that I didn’t perceive. The ship started moving again with more strength and We felt scared. At the same time, someone started to speak through the megaphone. It was the captain and he said ‘’ the rough weather is diverting the ship, I recommend sitting because it can be so dangerous’’. When I turned my face I saw my father’s face really pallid, He was suffering a lot.

After 3 hours, We finally arrived at our destination. When we had put the first foot on the ground the sun appeared and the storm calmed down. Since that time I have never seen my father going by ship again.

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I don’t remember the day that I got to need another life. I have always lived with my father and his crew on our ship. I grew up surrounded by the sea. I only knew pirate's life, but I wanted to step on land for more than a day. So I asked my father if I could stay in Scotland for a month. First, he refused because he was afraid that someone could recognize me and kill me for being the daughter of the most feared pirate. But I was very stubborn, and I would kill everyone who was a problem for me. At the end, he accepted my proposition, but with a condition, I would be accompanied by two more pirates, and I could only stay on land for a month, not one more day, not one day less, and I accepted it without thinking. But I didn’t know that after this trip my life would change completely, that I would meet incredible people and even fall in love…