This girl is on fire

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Alicia Keys "Girl On Fire" lyrics

She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Oh, oh, oh...

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

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A girl with Lupus

My butterfly secrets http://web.telia.com/~u92804766/butterfly.htm

Praying to my angel I don’t want to bother you again tonight But forgive me for wanting To let my sorrows out And thank you for always listening and never Kissing and telling on me When I am only a human born soul Together with all others Thank you for not judging Foul Taste What was that taste Was it the taste of bitterness That had started to stain my tongue Or was it defeat God, you look so beautiful Several girls smiled at me today Little did they know That Mr. Wolf was lying, sneering Unfed and bored To play any time soon A female Werewolf at home Women who are the wolves Questions 1.     Describe the relationship between mother and daughter 2.     How does their relationship develop through the documentary? 3.     How does N’Deaye cope with being seriously ill? 4.     What do you think about the idea of making a documentary about a seriously ill person? 5.     What could be the motivation for doing this? 6.     Describe what mother and daughter gain from the film 7.     Does the documentary make a difference when it comes to the illness Lupus? 8.     What can you learn from the documentary? I almost lost it all I lost my hair Hell, I lost a tooth as well I lost my man I even lost a friend or tvo I lost will to serve God But only for a second I lost my will, I lost my pride I lost my friends Oh, I even lost a child I lost my love for all But never once Did I loose my love for you Too late It’s too late to call Too late to feel But never once too late To endure the joy Of feeling the pain That’s within  _________________________________________ 1.      Where does N’Deaye talk about her illness? 2.      How does she describe Lupus? 3.      Who does she talk to in the poems? 4.      Can you see a development through the poems? 5.      How would you analyze the last poem?

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My OCD song

RHETT & LINK LYRICS

"My OCD"

[Rhett and (Link):]
That picture frame
Those hoodie strings
(They are driving me insane)
Unequal pizza slices
Fonts of different sizes
(It's more than I can take)
Missing parentheses
Uneven capris
Googling "askew"
Bags opened the wrong end
Should be recognized as a sin, along with
An unsolved Rubik's Cube

[Hook: Link]
I gotta make things right
Make it the way it's supposed to be
It's my OCD

[Rhett and (Link):]
Toilet paper facing inwards
Unsynchronized synchronized swimmers
(A closet that's not organized)
Pills removed out of sequence
Sideburns that are not even
That one rebel mini blind

[Hook]

[Rhett and (Link):]
Mr.Neal, how's everything going?
(Fine)
Would you like to take a break?
(Yeah, actually that'd be)
Great. I hope you're hungry, I've prepared some snacks for you. Enjoy

[Hook x2]

[Rhett and (Link):]
All right, we're all done, you're free to go
Mr.Neal?
Mr.Neal?
(Can I come back tomorrow?)

Working with: As good as it gets

Another day in Paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
"Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?"

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it's another day for
You and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can't walk but she's trying

Oh think twice...

Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
'Cos she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice...

 Working with songs                       

1. What comes to your mind when you read the title of the song?

2. Which themes are the lyric built upon?

3. What do you think about the video made for the song?

4. What is the message of the song?

5. Which song would you compare it with?

6. What do you know about the artist/singer/band?

7. Translate new words using your dictionary:

Hvad får I brug for i engelsklektionerne?

I skal til hver gang medbringe:

- pc (eller låne en på skolen)

- høretelefoner / headset

100 most common verbs

The 100 most common verbs

accept      acceptere  R allow        tillade R ask            spørge R believe     tro/synes R borrow     låne R break        ødelægge/brække U bring         bringe/komme med U buy            købe U can/be able  kan / være i stand til U cancel      aflyse / afbestille R change     ændre / skifte R clean        gore rent R comb       rede (hår) R complain klage R cough       hoste R count       tælle R cut           skære U dance      dance R draw        tegne R drink       drikke U drive        køre U eat            spise U explain    forklare R fall           falde U fill            fylde R find          finde U finish       afslutte R fit             passe R fix            ordne R fly            flyve R forget      glemme U give         give U go            tage afsted U have        have U hear         høre U hurt         skade U know       vidste U learn        lære R leave        tage afsted U listen        lytte R live           bo R look          se R lose           miste U make/do   lave U need         behove R open        åbne R

close/shut     lukke  R/U organise        organisere R pay                 betale U play                lege R put                  sætte U rain                 regne R read                læse U reply               svare U run                  lobe U say                  sige U see                  se U sell                  sælge U send                sende U sign                 underskrive R sing                 synge U sit                    sidde U sleep               sove U smoke            ryge R speak              tale U spell                stave R spend              bruge U stand               stå U start/begin      starte / begynde R/U study               studere U succeed           gore success R swim                svømme R take                  tage U talk                   tale R teach                undervise U tell                    fortælle U think                tænke / synes U translate          oversætte R travel               rejse R try                    prove U turn off           slukke R turn on            tænde R type                 skrive på skrivemaskine R understand     forstå U use                   bruge R wait                 vente R wake up          vågne U want                ønske R watch              se R work               arbejde R worry              bekymre U write                skrive U

Grammar rules in pictures

Apps and websites

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www.talkenglish.com

www.british-study.com

www.5minuteenglish.com

Learning English - skipping Danglish

Vocabulary

Working with songs

Working with songs 

                      

1. What comes to your mind when you read the title of the song?

2. Which themes are the lyric built upon?

3. What do you think about the video made for the song? (if there is one)

4. What is the message of the song?

5. How can you use the message in connection to your job?

6. What do you know about the artist/singer/band?

7. Which words did you not understand? Look them up!

Working with the news

Working with the news!

1.     What is the news in this article?

2.     Where did it take place – where did it happen?

3.     Describe the persons we meet in the article?

4.     Who is the news relevant for?

5.     Your opinion about the news

6.     Find another headline for the article

    7. Write two important sentences from the text

Engelskundervisning er mange ting

Engelsk som: Globalt mediesprog Musik, film osv.

Engelsk som kommunikations-redskab i forhold til: -privatliv -arbejdsliv

Engelsk som: Kulturoplysning i forhold til engelsksprogede lande

Engelsk som: ”sprogsystem” grammatik, sætnings-opbygning, stavning mm.

Vi arbejder med sange / musikvideoer, dokumentar- og spillefilm, spil og tekstlæsning. 

Short story: Before / after

Mary McCluskey

Before/After

In an instant, a life can divide into Before and After. A phone call, a news flash can do it. Invariably, something remains as a reminder. For Joseph, a colleague at Chloe's office, it is Bach playing on the stereo before the screech of brakes, the crunch of metal, an ambulance, the hospital.

"I hear Bach now and think: oh, yes, I used to love that. Before. In my other life."

For Chloe's sister, Anna, it is a body shampoo. She told Chloe how the shower was hot and steam clouded the glass. She stood in the warm fog, then sniffed the fresh, pine scent of the new Badedas body shampoo. That clean scent of mountains and good health. Just seconds later, her fingers, tentative, pressed back and forth, smoothing the skin as her brain bristled indignantly. It can't be! But it is, yes, it is. I think it is. A lump.

And after – doctors visits, surgery, chemo, hair loss, pain.

Chloe will be reminded of these conversations in four minutes. Right now she chooses a pretty china cup, Staffordshire, patterned with red roses. She pokes the tea bag with a spoon while she pours in the boiling water and then decides to start the laundry while the tea steeps. Dan's shirts are already loaded in the washer but she pulls them out anyway, to shake them. She is nervous that a stray ballpoint might lie forgotten in a pocket, leave a Caspian Sea of navy ink never to be bleached away. As she shakes the shirt, something flies out, floats up like confetti to land on the lid of the dryer. She studies, frowning, a pair of ticket stubs for a New York City theatre.

She is puzzled at first. Then remembers, of course, the business conference in New York City. Seven days had stretched to ten; Dan had been exhausted when he came home, complaining about the demands of clients, the tedious conversation of his colleagues. Chloe studies these tickets with a sense of unreality, as if she is watching herself on a movie set, frowning for the camera. But her mind is seething with questions. Dan had not told her of this theatre visit. Off-Broadway does not seem appropriate, somehow. Hedda Gabler is an odd choice for an evening with a client. Or a colleague.

< 2 >

With cold clarity, Chloe sees that these stubs will lead to questions that she does not want to ask, but must ask. That will lead to answers she does not want to hear. Later, a Decree Absolute, loneliness.

Chloe knows as she stirs her tea, stirs what is now gungy, tarry soup, that she is already in the after. She throws the tea away, gets a fresh teabag, starts over. The tea, though freshly brewed, still tastes thick and stale.

She understands now, that she has moved in space, slid towards some other life. She has crossed that invisible but solid line. Lipton's Orange Pekoe has joined Bach's St. Matthew's Passion and Badedas with Original Scent, to be forever in the before. And there is no going back

Short story: Fishing for Jasmine

John Ravenscroft

Fishing For Jasmine

The silent young woman in bed number six is called Jasmine. So am I, but names are only superficial things, floats bobbing on the surface of the water, and we share deeper connections than that. Which is why she fascinates me - why I spend my off-duty time sitting beside her.

Today is difficult. The ward heaves with patients and I am kept busy emptying bed-pans, filling out forms, changing dressings. Finally, late in the afternoon, I get a few moments to make coffee, to take it over to the orange plastic chair beside her bed. I am thankful to be off my feet, glad to be in her company once again.

"Hello, Jasmine," I say, as if greeting myself.

She does not reply. Jasmine never replies. She is down too deep.

Like me, she has been sea-damaged. I too am the daughter of a fisherman, so I bait my words like fish-hooks, cast them into her ears, imagine them sinking down through cold, dark water. Down to wherever she may be.

"I have little time today," I tell her, touching her hair.

With Jasmine, it is always difficult not to touch. She is that rare thing, a truly beautiful woman. Because of this, people invent reasons to walk by. I catch them looking, drinking her in, feeding on her. They are barracuda, all of them. Wheelchair-pushing porters who slow to a crawl when they near her bed. Roaming visitors with greedy eyes. Doctors who stop, draw the thin screen of curtain, and continually re-examine that which does not need examination.

Great beauty is something Jasmine and I do not share. I am glad of it.

"Your father may be here soon," I say. "Last week he said he would come."

Jasmine says nothing. Her left eyelid flickers, perhaps.

It is two months since the incident on her father's fishing boat, since she fell overboard, sank, became entangled in the nets. It was some time before anyone noticed, then there was panic. Her father hauled her back on board and sailed for home. When he finally arrived, he carried ashore what he thought was his daughter's body.

< 2 >

"Jasmine," I whisper. I want her to take our baited name. I want her to swallow it.

Fortunately, there was a doctor in the village that morning, a young man visiting relatives. It was he who brought this drowned woman back from the brink, he who told me her story. She opened her eyes, he said, looked up at her father and spoke a single word - then sank again, this time into coma.

Barracuda. That is what Jasmine said.

When her father visits, he touches her hair, kisses her cheek, sits in the orange plastic chair at the side of her bed and holds her hand. Like my own father, he has the big, brown, life-roughened hands of a fisherman. He too smells of the sea, and pretends he is a good, simple man.

Jasmine. We share so much, we are almost one.

I remember early mornings, my hair touched to wake me, my father lifting me half-asleep from my bed, carrying me, dropping me into his boat. His voice rough in my ear, his hands rough on my skin. I never wanted to go, but I was just a child. He did as he wished.

I remember salt water, hot sun, my mother shrinking on the shore. I remember the rocking of the boat, the screams of the gulls.

"Jasmine, you have a life inside you. Can't you hear it calling?"

Nothing.

The ward door bangs, and I see Jasmine's father walking towards us, carrying flowers. He smiles at me. Even in death, my own child had my father's smile, and Jasmine's will have this man's. I know it.

He stops by her bed and touches her hair. Something stirs deep inside me. I watch Jasmine's eyelids, waiting for her to bite.