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Here I upload my opinion essay about the educative sytem in place

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This is my point of view about socail networks nowadays

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(3rd evaluation)

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Past thursday I realised my presentation about the environment and I'd also like to share at least the slides I used to carry it out, apart from my reflection after doing it; so here it's:

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This song called my attention for many reasons:
One is because of his vocabulary, all the expressions that appear, which are not present in most songs nowadays, and it is a really good way under my point of view to learn English; in addition to the archaic forms of English that appear like 'thy'.
And the second reason is because of the message that contains the song, which is kinda phylosophical in some way; apart from the story itself, which we don't read about everyday.

Here are the lyrics:
I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
cos at 5 o'clock, they take me to the gallows pole
the sands of time for me are running low
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
i take a look through the bars at the last sights
of a world that has gone very wrong for me
Can it be that there's some sort of error
hard to stop the surmounting terror
is it really the end, not some crazy dream?
Somebody please tell me that i'm dreaming
it's not easy to stop from screaming
the words escape me when i try to speak
tears flow, but why am i crying
after all i'm not afraid of dying
don't i believe that there never is an end
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
somebody cries from a cell "god be with you"
if there's a god then why has he let me go?
As i walk all my life drifts before me
and though the end is near i'm not sorry
catch my soul, it's willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
don't worry now that i have gone
i've gone beyond to seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
life down here is just a strange illusion.

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THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PYJAMAS- JOHN BOYNE

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THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PYJAMAS- JOHN BOYNE

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READING LOG:

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When I was 14 more or less, I discovered a really special Youtube channel, called Vsauce, a guy that recorded videos talking about really different and what's more, awkward topics; in that case, I would like to attach a video that I've recently seen that talks about what really happens to files we delete on our own computer, which I found really interesting.
Furthermore, the way he goes off a tangent so easily to just explain some specific things, it's one of the things that I like the most, specifically, the ending of the video named is really impresive, at least, taking into account the simple title of the video.

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Here I add my essay about the special event I decided to write about.

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Here I link my own reflection about the mentioned presentation:

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Here I include the pros and cons essay we did about being famous.

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Here is my own reflection about the project carried out by the whole class.