<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:23:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Mundo de ESL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-5400464402757479741</id><published>2008-09-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:46:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...with another poem!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I have disappeared for so long from the blog.  Now that another semester has started, I'm back again.  As usual, I am posting another poem.  In class today, I showed the movie "Seabiscuit" because we were talking about overcoming obstacles.  If you have never seen this movie, I really recommend it - everyone in the movie overcomes obstacles, including the horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the opening scenes, the main character recites this poem by Emily Dickinson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Sans Serif;"&gt;We never know how high we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:MS Sans Serif;"&gt;We never know how high we are&lt;br /&gt;Till we are called to rise;&lt;br /&gt;And then, if we are true to plan,&lt;br /&gt;Our statures* touch the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heroism we recite&lt;br /&gt;Would be a daily thing,&lt;br /&gt;Did not ourselves the cubits warp*&lt;br /&gt;For fear to be king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;*stature = height or status&lt;br /&gt;*cubit = an old form of measurement, like inches or feet&lt;br /&gt;* warp = to bend or turn from its natural direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy this poem.  What do you think it means?  Any ideas?  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Humor in the classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Classrooms in which laughter is welcome help bring learning to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I just saw this quote and I liked it because I have been thinking lately about using humor in the classroom (okay, and I'll be honest, also because we have been talking about clauses and this is a good example of an adjective clause:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really believe that laughter is so important in the classroom.  Today, thanks to one of my students who is a professional laugh therapist, we got a true lesson in laughing.  I believe strongly in using humor in the classroom but I want to learn more about this.  There is some research that I found, and it all agrees that laughter should be prominent in an ESL classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my students have told me that I am funny.  To me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is funny!  Outside of the classroom, I don't consider myself funny, and certainly no one has told me that I am.  So why do I enjoy laughing so much in the classroom?  Here are some of my possible guesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I want to make the students comfortable and laughing together always makes people comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Life is just so funny!  It doesn't matter what country you are from, laughing is a way to connect universally and some things in life are just plain hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  When a teacher uses self-depricating humor, it shows the class that he/she is also human and not perfect.  When we show our vulnerability, I think that we sometimes get more courage out of our students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I love my job &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; that it is easy to laugh.  In fact, it's hard to be too serious sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some of my guesses as to why I love (and apparently, have!) laughter in my classroom.  Any other ideas:)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-3283930766430866658?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3283930766430866658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=3283930766430866658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/3283930766430866658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/3283930766430866658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ha-ha-ha-humor-in-classroom.html' title='Ha ha ha!  Humor in the classroom'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-8068921867672086681</id><published>2008-02-22T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T08:51:02.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst sound I've ever heard</title><content type='html'>It's easy for us to remember a horrible taste or an absolutely repugnant smell.  It's easy to remember the worst thing we've ever tasted, smelled or seen.  However...have you ever thought about the worst sound you've ever heard?  I have, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day my dad died, we had a funeral (memorial) service on a sailboat.  We took his ashes out in the Bay and scattered them there.  As we were leaning over the edge of the boat, the most horrible sound I've ever heard came out of my stepmother's throat.  It was as if pain had a sound, something like a guttural, animal-like noise.  She was obviously in grief, but it wasn't the simple sound that someone makes when they're crying.  Instead, it was pure pain and hurt coming out of her throat.  If I had to pick one sound to &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; hear again, that would be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-8068921867672086681?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/8068921867672086681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=8068921867672086681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/8068921867672086681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/8068921867672086681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/02/worst-sound-ive-ever-heard.html' title='The worst sound I&apos;ve ever heard'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-7369161059826242793</id><published>2008-02-20T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:35:43.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wandered lonely as a cloud</title><content type='html'>Now that the weather is cold and miserable, everyone seems to be getting sick.  I think we should remember the nice weather and beautiful times and stay positive.  Seeing as how daffodils are my favorite flower, here is one of my favorite  relaxing poems.  Stay healthy and remember that spring is on the way (even if the groundhog &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; disagree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"I wandered lonely as a cloud"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;by William Wordsworth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And twinkle on the milky way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The waves beside them danced, but they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A poet could not be but gay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In such a jocund company!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I gazed—and gazed—but little thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And dances with the daffodils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-7369161059826242793?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/7369161059826242793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=7369161059826242793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/7369161059826242793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/7369161059826242793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wandered-lonely-as-cloud.html' title='I wandered lonely as a cloud'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-3345325735866620967</id><published>2008-02-15T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:57:25.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the subway inspires me...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have really loved some poems that I read on the subway.  Here is one from about a year ago that my sister and I really like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sands whispered, be separate,&lt;br /&gt;The stones taught me, be hard.&lt;br /&gt;I dance, for the joy of surviving,&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of the road."&lt;br /&gt;~Stanley Kunitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-3345325735866620967?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/3345325735866620967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=3345325735866620967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/3345325735866620967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/3345325735866620967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/02/subway-inspires-me.html' title='the subway inspires me...'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-6646247914823313477</id><published>2008-01-28T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:43:52.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this quote from my friend and I really like it</title><content type='html'>"Watch your thoughts. They become words.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words. They become actions.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your actions. They become habits.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your habits. They become character.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your character. It becomes your destiny."&lt;br /&gt;- Frank Outlaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-6646247914823313477?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/6646247914823313477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=6646247914823313477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/6646247914823313477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/6646247914823313477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-stole-this-quote-from-my-friend-and-i.html' title='I stole this quote from my friend and I really like it'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-9040722945458347482</id><published>2008-01-26T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:33:08.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read this nice poem I saw on the subway</title><content type='html'>"Tell All the Truth" by Emily Dickinson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell all the truth but&lt;br /&gt;tell it slant-&lt;br /&gt;Success in Circuit lies&lt;br /&gt;Too bright for our&lt;br /&gt;infirm delight&lt;br /&gt;The Truth's superb suprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lightning to the&lt;br /&gt;Children eased&lt;br /&gt;With explanation kind&lt;br /&gt;The truth must dazzle&lt;br /&gt;gradually&lt;br /&gt;Or every many be blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-9040722945458347482?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/9040722945458347482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=9040722945458347482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/9040722945458347482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/9040722945458347482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/01/read-this-nice-poem-i-saw-on-subway.html' title='read this nice poem I saw on the subway'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813968749392575971.post-2141776634854214589</id><published>2008-01-26T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:30:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now a blogger!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I finally did it!  I now have a blog!  Feel free to come here, read my posts and leave comments.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813968749392575971-2141776634854214589?l=elmundodeesl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/feeds/2141776634854214589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8813968749392575971&amp;postID=2141776634854214589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/2141776634854214589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813968749392575971/posts/default/2141776634854214589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmundodeesl.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-now-blogger.html' title='I am now a blogger!'/><author><name>asf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05042516709040575692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9RWarp8fgLg/R556iPgw8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fzue-Gton7A/S220/IMG_0286.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
