Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from January, 2016

IT MUST HAVE BEEN LOVE

I should have known better with a girl like you
That I would love everything that you do
And I do, hey, hey, hey, and I do
 Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be
This could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see
 That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me too
 So I should have realized a lot of things before
If this is love you've got to give me more
Give me more, hey hey hey, give me more
 Whoa, oh, I never realized what a kiss could be
This could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see
 That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me too
You love me too, you love me too You love me too With lyrics:

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE TO PRACTISE MODAL VERBS

Modal verbs in songs
 Lots and lots of grammar exercises and an older post on the same topic.

TODAY's CLASS: IMPROVISATION, A LIFE SKILL

TEDxVictoria - Dave Morris: The Way of Improvisation



Game-based learning:

  - Why use games to teach?
  - Using games as an edcucational tool
  -Game-based learning: What it is, why it works and where it's going

Talent gaming: an innovative approach

LIFE AFTER DEATH BY POWERPOINT

Mad Men
"What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell Nylons"


Making a presentation like Steve Jobs

Giving a presentation older post.

CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

BURN'S NIGHT IN MADRID

January 25th marks the annual anniversary of Robert Burns, Scotland's national poet:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men     gang aft agley
Sounds familiar? I guess it does for those of you whose required reading was Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men, absolute masterpiece, if you ask me. 
If you want to know more about his life and works:  http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poets/robert-burns

For the BBC Four documentary on Robert Burns, the people's poet (one hour and a half), click here.



A red, red rose O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry: Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run. And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my…