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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Letramento em Língua Inglesa: Textos Escritos A</div><div>Profa. Mariana Ormenese Dias</div><div>Aluna: Ana Paula Sirotheau Corrêa Jannuzzi RA19250364</div><div> </div><div>Autonomous activity 1: write a text telling about Brazilian rituals and including your personal experience (15 lines).</div><div> </div><div>Brazilian rituals for getting into college begin right after one receives the confirmation that they passed the test called “vestibular”. There are usually gatherings at schools where students paint themselves and each other writing the names of the colleges and universities they got into. This ritual may repeat itself at the first week of classes in college, along with asking for money at lights to pay for their celebration beer with their veterans at some (maybe traditional) bar. Other pranks played by older students,which consist in putting freshman students through embarrassing situations, may also be a part of this moment. It can get really unpleasant, but it can also be fun.</div><div>When I passed “vestibular” I also painted myself and others with the names of the colleges we got into at my highschool. Then, at my first week starting my new course, I also got painted and suffered some pranks. They consisted in giving up one shoe and we only got it back when we had gathered enough money for the veterans to drink beer. I don’t like beer, so it wasn’t so much fun for me. Later on there was a boy, who was very unpleasant by the way, who spilled a many-days-old mix of eggs and whatnot on the coeds’ hair. I couldn’t get that smell off of me for days…</div><div> </div>]]></description>
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