Diario
1st ESO A
1st ESO B
1st ESO C
1st ESO D
7.5.26
5.5.26
06/05/26
Diario
World Cup Fans Face Transit Mess as New Jersey Clashes with FIFA
1st ESO A
El alumnado tiene interés por el hantavirus.
CNN
CBS
BBC
CNN
Most recent
READING
Medline Plus: hantavirus
READING
Macaire Everett
pg. 105
SPEAKING
pg. 103 What is she going to do?
1st ESO B
READING
Macaire Everett
pg. 105
SPEAKINGpg. 103 What is she going to do?
1st ESO D
READING
Macaire Everett
pg. 105
SPEAKINGpg. 103 What is she going to do?
05/05/26
Diario
1st ESO A
GRAMMAR
Recordamos las formas de futuro
LISTENING
pg. 103. 18 y 19
SPEAKING
pg. 103 What is she going to do?
1st ESO C
VOCABULARY
pg. 104 Transport.
Recordamos las formas del futuro.
SPEAKING
pg. 103 What is she going to do?
1st ESO D
VOCABULARY
pg. 104 Transport.
Recordamos las formas del futuro.
SPEAKING
pg. 103 What is she going to do?
30.4.26
30/04/26
Diario
You need to be bored. Here's Why.
1st ESO A
The 18 Best Things to Do in Paris
GRAMMAR
- (be) + going to + verb
- Present continous with future meaning
pg. 102. Tareas 11 y 12.
LISTENING
pg. 103. 18 y 19
1st ESO B
Esteban's long weekend plans
Students' long weekend plans
VOCABULARY
Transport
pg. 104
1st ESO C
The 18 Best Things to Do in Paris
Esteban's long weekend plans
Students' long weekend plans
GRAMMAR
- (be) + going to + verb
- Present continous with future meaning
pg. 102. Tareas 11, 12, 13 y 14.
LISTENING
pg. 103. 18 y 19
1st ESO D
Esteban's long weekend plans
Students' long weekend plans
GRAMMAR
Revisamos la tarea 11.2
- (be) + going to + verb
- Present continous with future meaning
pg. 102. Tareas 12, 13 y 14.
LISTENING
pg. 103. 18 y 19
29.4.26
29/04/26
Diario
1st ESO A
GRAMMAR
(be) + going to + [base form]
pg. 102 Presentación y tareas 10-16
1st ESO B
The 18 Best Things to Do in Paris
GRAMMAR
- (be) + going to + verb
- Present continous with future meaning
pg. 102. Tareas 12, 13 y 14.
LISTENING
pg. 103. 18 y 19
1st ESO D
(be) + going to + [base form]
pg. 102 Presentación y tareas 10-16
28.4.26
Birdbrain
Lyrics
So unsure, before it's even heard
Never confident in a single word
This bird, expert in the absurd
Number one in life that has been deferred
It hurts this relentless introvert
But inversion only serves to put deserving on the mind
So I keep my time, so far out of line
And when the day turns night, I can't help but
Cry so loudly, I slant devoutly
Tell me what about me is built so wrong?
There's so much passion
But more I'm lacking
I wish that I could c-c-c-c-c-c-c-caw
But I falter on the forethought
I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
Achromatic twisted aeronaut
A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Hit me with the flap down, crash into the soft ground (foul)
Ain't no fellow feathers falling for a freak (so weak)
So put my neck up on the chopping block
A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
So, ----
So unsure, before it's even heard
I can't toe the border with my eyes so blurred
This bird, constantly overturned
Ten-time unwitting champion of being spurned
(So when you go, I won't cry)
'Cause even though it hurts, it's the thousandth time
Don't stay, 'cause I don't even know what I'd do anyway
I'm so damn selfish, I can't live like this
So be my witness, I won't back down
I'll play the hero, divide the zero
So I wanna hear you s-say-something?
And I falter as an afterthought
I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
Apathetic aching argonaut
A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Hit me with the flap down, crashing with a loud sound (foul)
Apoplectic and pathetic as can be (not me)
I put my neck up on the chopping block
A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Can you tell me if you think that I should stop
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Is it all for a show?
In the golden hour you seem to know no fear
Is it really true?
That a bird like me could never think like you?
Is it all in my head?
Is my ignorance just manufactured dread?
When I've naught but my pride
Can you take a look and
Say you like what I've got inside?
So I falter on the second thought
I keep on running like a chicken with its head cut off
Counterfeited crooning cosmonaut
A birdbrain, baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Hit me with the flap down, mired in the earthbound (foul)
Bilious baby braying babble bent her beak (what a freak)
I put my neck upon the chopping block
A birdbrain, baby, I don't think my head is coming off
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Baby, tell me if you think that I should stop
Baby, I don't know when I'm supposed to stop
Baby
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