INSTITUCION
EDUCATIVA
CAMPO VALDES
PLAN DE TRABAJO
ACADEMICO 1 PERIODO
PROFESOR:
ANIBAL
MORENO MENA
GRADOS: 9
- 10 - 11
ASIGNATURA: INGLES
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ACTIVIDAD 4 |
NOVENO
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9
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AMBIENTACION
GENERAL. SALUDOS Y FRASES DE USO CORRIENTE
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READING
COMPANION
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DIALOGO.
PREGUNTA RESPUESTA
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COMPRENSION
DE TEXTOS
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TALLERES
Y TRABAJOS DIRIGIDOS DE CLASE
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10
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DECIMO
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AMBIENTACION
GENERAL. SALUDOS Y FRASES DE USO CORRIENTE
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DIALOGOS 3
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LYRICSTRAINING
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EXPOSICIONES.
TEMA ESPECIFICO
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TALLERES
Y TRABAJOS DIRIGIDOS DE CLASE
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11
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UNDECIMO
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AMBIENTACION
GENERAL. SALUDOS Y FRASES DE USO CORRIENTE
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DIALOGO
COMPRENSIVO Y ARGUMENTATIVO
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ENGLISHCLUB
/ QUIZZES ICFES
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TRADUCCION
DE TEXTOS
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TALLERES
Y TRABAJOS DIRIGIDOS DE CLASE
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EVALUACION DEL PROCESO:
La
evaluación del proceso se hará de la
siguiente manera:
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ACTIVIDAD NUMERO UNO
1.-
todos los talleres se realizarán en la clase hasta donde sea posible; si es
necesario se harán extractase.
Los trabajos comprenden las estructuras
gramaticales, ejercicios de afianzamiento, ejercicios de clase
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO DOS
Entras
a la pagina www.readingcompanion.org
Sign in clic
llenas los espacios con la palabra temporal
temporal
y le
das clic en sign in. Aparece cuadro de dialogo de bienvenida.
Señalas my classrooms
Manage
books
Entonces
aparecen un sinnúmero de libros divertidos. Tú seleccionas uno y le das clic
para abrir. Explóralo diviértete y aprende demasiado.
El
trabajo es individual. A cada alumno le estaré preguntando sobre el libro
explorado.
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO TRES
Teniendo
en cuenta tus avances del proceso formativo en la lengua inglesa en cuanto a
cultura genera, verbos, vocabulario y estructuras gramaticales, responda con
argumentos los siguientes enunciados: EN
INGLES
- Do you
believe that learning a foreign language is essential for your life
project?
- What is
your opinion about the program “
- Can you
describe
- What do
you think about networks. Are they
good or bad. Why?
- Talk
about you. Be clear.
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO CUATRO
Lea el siguiente documento y
sáquele la idea central y una conclusión. Evite se le anule su trabajo, no haga copia
sea original y entregue todas sus actividades a tiempo.
Lady Diana Spencer was born in 1961. She
had a normal, quiet upbringing. It could never have prepared her for the fame
and glamour of being a British princess. Within a few years, she changed from
being a shy teenager to the most photographed person on the planet. She hit
newspaper headlines around the world, but the biggest one was for her death at
the age of 36.
Diana was a kindergarten teacher in London
when she caught the interest of Prince Charles. She won the hearts of a nation
with her shy smiles and natural beauty. The whole world watched the fairytale
royal wedding in 1981. A year later, she gave birth to Prince William, the
first of her two sons.
Diana was nervous at first in public, but
she soon developed a charming manner. She took a strong interest in many
charities and important causes. She highlighted the suffering of the homeless,
lepers and AIDS victims. She also campaigned for the abolition of landmines and
many countries banned them.
Diana and Charles divorced in 1996. She
struggled with depression and eating disorders for many years after. She
finally found happiness with an Egyptian film producer, Dodi Al-Fayed. Their
romance was closely followed by the paparazzi, which led to the fatal car crash
that killed her in Paris in 1997. At her funeral, British Prime Minister Tony
Blair called her the “People’s Princess". To many, she was simply the “Queen of
Hearts".
You need:
A note book
A dictionary
A headset
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ACTIVIDAD NUMERO UNO
1.-
todos los talleres se realizarán en la clase hasta donde sea posible; si es
necesario se harán extractase.
Los trabajos comprenden las estructuras
gramaticales, ejercicios de afianzamiento, ejercicios de clase.
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO DOS
A
continuación encuentras 3 diálogos cortos
que podrás practicar y adecuar a tu realidad. Finalmente lo realizas con
un compañero o con el profesor.
Miyako: Hi, I’m Miyako. What’s your name?
John: I’m John. My name is John.
Miyako: Nice to meet you. Where are you from?
John: I’m Australian. I’m from Sydney. How about you? Where are you from?
Miyako: I’m from Kobe originally. Do you know Kobe?
John: Yeah, it’s on the coast, isn’t it?
Miyako: That’s right. It’s a port city. Is Sydney on the coast too?
John: Yes, it is. It’s a port city too.
John: I’m John. My name is John.
Miyako: Nice to meet you. Where are you from?
John: I’m Australian. I’m from Sydney. How about you? Where are you from?
Miyako: I’m from Kobe originally. Do you know Kobe?
John: Yeah, it’s on the coast, isn’t it?
Miyako: That’s right. It’s a port city. Is Sydney on the coast too?
John: Yes, it is. It’s a port city too.
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Introducing
Yumie.
John: Who is that?
Miyako: That’s my friend, Yumie. Hey, Yumie, come here!
Yumie: Hi Miyako.
Miyako: Hello. John, this is Yumie. Yumie, this is John.
Yumie: Nice to meet you.
John: Nice to meet you too. Where are you from?
Yumie: I’m from Hyogo prefecture. I’m from a little village. It’s called Nishiwaki. It’s in the mountains. Where are you from?
John: I’m Australian. I’m from Sydney.
Yumie: Are you a student here?
John: Yes, I am. I’m an overseas student.
Miyako: That’s my friend, Yumie. Hey, Yumie, come here!
Yumie: Hi Miyako.
Miyako: Hello. John, this is Yumie. Yumie, this is John.
Yumie: Nice to meet you.
John: Nice to meet you too. Where are you from?
Yumie: I’m from Hyogo prefecture. I’m from a little village. It’s called Nishiwaki. It’s in the mountains. Where are you from?
John: I’m Australian. I’m from Sydney.
Yumie: Are you a student here?
John: Yes, I am. I’m an overseas student.
Talking about
Miyako’s Boyfriend
Miyako: Yumie is really pretty. Do you like her?
John: Yes, I do. She’s nice.
Miyako: She’s really clever too. She’s intelligent and beautiful at the same time.
John: You really like her. Is she your best friend?
Miyako: No, she’s not my best friend, but she is a good friend.
John: Who is your best friend?
Miyako: My best friend is my boyfriend.
John: Where is he?
Miyako: He’s in America.
John: Is he American?
Miyako: No, he’s not. He’s Japanese. He’s from Kobe. He’s my high school boyfriend.
John: Where is he in the States?
Miyako: He’s in Minnesota. He’s a student there. He’s a biology student.
John: What’s his name?
Miyako: His name is Ryusuke.
John: He’s lucky. You are really nice. He’s a lucky guy.
John: Yes, I do. She’s nice.
Miyako: She’s really clever too. She’s intelligent and beautiful at the same time.
John: You really like her. Is she your best friend?
Miyako: No, she’s not my best friend, but she is a good friend.
John: Who is your best friend?
Miyako: My best friend is my boyfriend.
John: Where is he?
Miyako: He’s in America.
John: Is he American?
Miyako: No, he’s not. He’s Japanese. He’s from Kobe. He’s my high school boyfriend.
John: Where is he in the States?
Miyako: He’s in Minnesota. He’s a student there. He’s a biology student.
John: What’s his name?
Miyako: His name is Ryusuke.
John: He’s lucky. You are really nice. He’s a lucky guy.
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John: Hi, Yumie, how are you?
Yumie: I’m good thanks, but I’m really busy. I have a test next week. How are you?
John: I’m good, thanks. Do you want to have a coffee?
Yumie: Okay, thanks, but I don’t have much time.
John: Let’s go to the cafeteria.
Yumie: Okay.
Yumie: I’m good thanks, but I’m really busy. I have a test next week. How are you?
John: I’m good, thanks. Do you want to have a coffee?
Yumie: Okay, thanks, but I don’t have much time.
John: Let’s go to the cafeteria.
Yumie: Okay.
John: Do you want coffee or tea?
Yumie: Actually I don’t drink coffee or tea. I drinkjuice.
John: Is orange juice okay?
Yumie: Sure. Thank you.
John: What kind of test is it?
Yumie: It’s a biology test.
John: Oh, you study biology!
Yumie: Yes, why?
John: Miyako’s boyfriend studies biology too. Do you know him?
Yumie: No, I don’t. Do you have a girlfriend?
John: No, I don’t. Do you have a boyfriend?
Yumie: Yes, I do.
John: Oh.
Yumie: Actually I don’t drink coffee or tea. I drinkjuice.
John: Is orange juice okay?
Yumie: Sure. Thank you.
John: What kind of test is it?
Yumie: It’s a biology test.
John: Oh, you study biology!
Yumie: Yes, why?
John: Miyako’s boyfriend studies biology too. Do you know him?
Yumie: No, I don’t. Do you have a girlfriend?
John: No, I don’t. Do you have a boyfriend?
Yumie: Yes, I do.
John: Oh.
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO TRES
Debes
entrar a internet. Luego escribes la página.
http://www.lyricstraining.com/ escoges una canción y seleccionas el nivel que vas a trabajar.
Sigue
la explicación del profesor, al finalizar tu trabajo lo entregas.
ACTIVIDAD NUMERO CUATRO
Consulta
sobre un tema que sea de tu agrado y haz una breve exposición. Utiliza todos
los recursos necesarios que puedan facilitar tu trabajo.
You need:
A note book
A dictionary
A headset
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ACTIVIDAD NUMERO UNO
1.-
todos los talleres se realizarán en la clase hasta donde sea posible; si es
necesario se harán extractase.
Los trabajos comprenden las estructuras
gramaticales, ejercicios de afianzamiento, ejercicios de clase.
ACTIVIDAD NÚMERO DOS
Responda claramente los siguientes interrogantes:
- Do you
believe that learning a foreign language is essential for your life
project?
- What is
your opinion about the program “
- Can you
describe
- What do
you think about networks? Are they good or bad? Why?
- Talk
about you. Be clear.
- What do
you do every day?
I wake up at
seven thirty.
I get out of
bed.
I go to the
bathroom.
I wash my
face.
I comb my
hair. Do you take a shower in the morning?
I go to the
kitchen.
I make
coffee.
Do you drink
coffee or tea?
I leave the
house at about eight thirty.
I walk to the
bus stop.
I catch the
eight forty bus.
It takes me
twenty minutes to get to work.
I take an
hour for lunch.
Sometimes we
sit and talk.
Sometimes we
walk by the river.
I always go
to bed early on week nights.
I sometimes stay up late on week-ends.
ACTIVIDAD NÚMERO TRES
Ingresa
a la página http://www.englishclub.com/ en la sección learn english, buscas ONLINE ENGLISH QUIZZES escoge
el nivel que quieras, explora y practica mucho te servirá para las pruebas
icfes. El profesor observará tu avance.
ACTIVIDAD NÚMERO CUATRO
Solo
con la ayuda de un buen diccionario, traduce los siguientes párrafos. Trata de
hacerlo solo y adecúalo al contexto real. Evita el traductor de google ya que
es muy literal y te aleja de la realidad.
Mandy Harris
1.
A Love Too Strong
Jealousy. The one thing that no one can ever overcome. It haunts me everyday, every moment I spend with him. Does he know? Does he know that I do everything I can not to kill that perky little girlfriend of his, watching her suffer under the knife perched in my hand? No, of course not. Him and I have been best friends since the fourth grade (now in 10th), and it's probably going to stay that way. Unless....I take care of anyone that gets in my way of me and my future husband, Charlie Pinciotti.
There's Cindy, I thought. She was talking to Charlie, twirling her perfect, curled blonde hair in her fingers, smiling her million-dollar smile. It makes me sick. After what seems like an hour of hair-flipping, she leaves to go to the bathroom.
Lucky for me, she was a complete outcast before she started dating Charlie. She even wrote a suicide note, but ended up throwing it away, unread by anyone....until I got a hold of it.
I looked inside my backpack to make sure everything was there, then followed her to the bathroom. Good, I thought. No one else is in here.
She came out of the bathroom, surprised to see me. "Oh, hey Ali," she said blankly. I stared back at her with no expression. I slap her on the cheek, making her stagger back into the sink. I pull out the rope from my backpack and tie it tightly around her neck. Her arms flail as I search for something to tie the other end of the rope on. I spot it: a small hook coming from the ceiling of where a light used to be.
I tie the rope there, watching as the life left her ivory eyes. She twitched uncontrollably, and after a few minutes, her body was still. She was dead.
I lay the suicide note on the sink. I don't want to leave the cops hanging.
To be continued....
Jealousy. The one thing that no one can ever overcome. It haunts me everyday, every moment I spend with him. Does he know? Does he know that I do everything I can not to kill that perky little girlfriend of his, watching her suffer under the knife perched in my hand? No, of course not. Him and I have been best friends since the fourth grade (now in 10th), and it's probably going to stay that way. Unless....I take care of anyone that gets in my way of me and my future husband, Charlie Pinciotti.
There's Cindy, I thought. She was talking to Charlie, twirling her perfect, curled blonde hair in her fingers, smiling her million-dollar smile. It makes me sick. After what seems like an hour of hair-flipping, she leaves to go to the bathroom.
Lucky for me, she was a complete outcast before she started dating Charlie. She even wrote a suicide note, but ended up throwing it away, unread by anyone....until I got a hold of it.
I looked inside my backpack to make sure everything was there, then followed her to the bathroom. Good, I thought. No one else is in here.
She came out of the bathroom, surprised to see me. "Oh, hey Ali," she said blankly. I stared back at her with no expression. I slap her on the cheek, making her stagger back into the sink. I pull out the rope from my backpack and tie it tightly around her neck. Her arms flail as I search for something to tie the other end of the rope on. I spot it: a small hook coming from the ceiling of where a light used to be.
I tie the rope there, watching as the life left her ivory eyes. She twitched uncontrollably, and after a few minutes, her body was still. She was dead.
I lay the suicide note on the sink. I don't want to leave the cops hanging.
To be continued....
2.-
Nóra Uhri
First kisses and being 18
There’s most likely not a single person in this world who doesn’t remember their first kiss.
When people talk about it, they usually say something about how beautiful or weird of wet it had been. There’s this expression on their face as if they still basked in the memories of how special they had felt when it had happened. It's all pretty corny when you think about it.
I never really got to understand these people and this is not because I have never been kissed or because I hate kissing or anything. No, it’s just about what I felt like when I kissed someone for the first time. And I talk about this first time only, not about kissing in general. Just to make this clear.
It was on a summer night, I’ve known the male person in the story for some days. We were lying on this matress and talked, I’ve no idea what we talked about. Then somebody turned off the light and we held hands in the dark, for a while. It was all cute, my heart was beating like so fast and then it happened, he kissed me.
There’s most likely not a single person in this world who doesn’t remember their first kiss.
When people talk about it, they usually say something about how beautiful or weird of wet it had been. There’s this expression on their face as if they still basked in the memories of how special they had felt when it had happened. It's all pretty corny when you think about it.
I never really got to understand these people and this is not because I have never been kissed or because I hate kissing or anything. No, it’s just about what I felt like when I kissed someone for the first time. And I talk about this first time only, not about kissing in general. Just to make this clear.
It was on a summer night, I’ve known the male person in the story for some days. We were lying on this matress and talked, I’ve no idea what we talked about. Then somebody turned off the light and we held hands in the dark, for a while. It was all cute, my heart was beating like so fast and then it happened, he kissed me.
I had imagined my first kiss so many times, I mean,
that’s what you do when you have a crush on someone. You imagine what it would
be like to kiss them and even though you imagine the situation with a hundred
different people, it is always the same, warm feeling you get.
When we kissed though, all I could think was, “Oh, so this is what kissing is like.”
I still remember what it was like to find out that there was no Santa Claus. My God, was that a disaster. I mean, it’s still the same amount of presents you get, wrapped up in the same paper, chosen by someone who knows you well. But all the magic around it is just gone.
Kissing for the first time was about the same thing for me. I mean, suddenly I understood why people never kiss in Bollywood films. It’s just so not what it looks like, what you think it’ll feel like. Instead of ringing bells there was his mouth and mine, there were tongues, it was all pretty confusing.
And it was so not the main thing in the whole process of being with this guy. I mean, holding hands with him knocked me off my socks way more than all the kissing.
Not that he was a bad kisser, I actually found out later how good he was, when I could compare him to others.
But although I’ve got used to it, used to the feeling of kissing someone, I could never forget about this and every now and then I still wonder if I’m the only person on earth who ever felt that way or if all the other people are just big fat liars when they talk about their first kisses.
When we kissed though, all I could think was, “Oh, so this is what kissing is like.”
I still remember what it was like to find out that there was no Santa Claus. My God, was that a disaster. I mean, it’s still the same amount of presents you get, wrapped up in the same paper, chosen by someone who knows you well. But all the magic around it is just gone.
Kissing for the first time was about the same thing for me. I mean, suddenly I understood why people never kiss in Bollywood films. It’s just so not what it looks like, what you think it’ll feel like. Instead of ringing bells there was his mouth and mine, there were tongues, it was all pretty confusing.
And it was so not the main thing in the whole process of being with this guy. I mean, holding hands with him knocked me off my socks way more than all the kissing.
Not that he was a bad kisser, I actually found out later how good he was, when I could compare him to others.
But although I’ve got used to it, used to the feeling of kissing someone, I could never forget about this and every now and then I still wonder if I’m the only person on earth who ever felt that way or if all the other people are just big fat liars when they talk about their first kisses.
Pretty much the same thing happened to me when I
turned 18.
I still remember what I thought when I was a kid, about being grown-up at 18, about the world lying to your feet, nobody who could ever hold you back and all.
That’s bullshit. It’s nothing like that.
You’re a grownup in front of the law, yes, you can drink and drive, even if not at the same time; you can stay out as long as you want to, meaning as long as you parents allow you to, and that’s pretty much it. Instead of great independence there’s a pair of parents, more worried than ever and wanting to know about your every step.
I sometimes wonder if I would have believed an 18-year-old someone if they had told me about all this then. Maybe yes. Probably no.
I also wonder if I will ever tell a kid about what’s going on, what it’s really like to be 18. Maybe yes. Probably no.
I’m kind of worried though. I’m worried about what else in life might be not what it seems.
I still remember what I thought when I was a kid, about being grown-up at 18, about the world lying to your feet, nobody who could ever hold you back and all.
That’s bullshit. It’s nothing like that.
You’re a grownup in front of the law, yes, you can drink and drive, even if not at the same time; you can stay out as long as you want to, meaning as long as you parents allow you to, and that’s pretty much it. Instead of great independence there’s a pair of parents, more worried than ever and wanting to know about your every step.
I sometimes wonder if I would have believed an 18-year-old someone if they had told me about all this then. Maybe yes. Probably no.
I also wonder if I will ever tell a kid about what’s going on, what it’s really like to be 18. Maybe yes. Probably no.
I’m kind of worried though. I’m worried about what else in life might be not what it seems.
3.-
Mark Tuohy
The Leaving
Party
Brian Thompson
had been looking at the clock on the wall of the staff canteen for the last
three minutes. He had done nothing else but look. It was one of
those fancy modern designs; the type that displays the time in digital figures
above the day and date and hasn’t the decency to be slow or fast now and
then. It even had a blinking colon between the hours and the minutes.
Counting down the seconds. He’d hated the clock ever since it was
installed and secretly, when he knew for sure nobody was about, he’d fire
mashed potato or mushy peas or tasteless custard at it. His lasting
regret was that he had never hit the target. A fitting epitaph if ever
there was one, he thought. And, worse still, his ammunition quite often
had never even hit the wall. The thought of being presented with the wall
clock for his retirement sent a shiver down his spine.
His retirement party, in the canteen of all places, was supposed to start at half past four but a couple of junior managers and other office staff from different branches of the building had decided to begin early without the guest of honour. ‘Probably standard protocol nowadays,’ he thought to himself. When Brian entered alone only one girl had looked his way then ignored him. She obviously didn’t know who he was; maybe none of them knew. When he looked around he recognised some of the faces but didn’t know their names either.
Shortly after, more people entered and it became clear that the main attraction was the free alcohol and various bites to eat. For some of the younger ones the appeal was as much each other as the drink. Two juniors, wearing similar cut-price shirts and reeking of cheap antiperspirant, were vying for the attention of a pretty, giggling blonde girl. Swain and Pollock from Logistics drifted in in the middle of some quiet discussion and nodded knowingly to him. Swain seemed to be about to say something, perhaps goodbye, but hesitated and continued on his way. Jennings from Human Resources couldn’t even recall his name: “Ah, so you’re leaving us, um, ah, well, just come to say fare-thee-well and all that.”
God Almighty, he detested these people. Especially the bright, young managers, by some quirk of fate all senior to him; straight out of university and full of money-saving ideas and impromptu conference meetings to which he was never invited and hand-held computers and constantly-in-use mobile phones. The bright, young brigade. Hell, no wonder the country was in the state it’s in, he thought.
Friday, October 30, at two minutes to five. In total, two minutes short of 43 years at The Department. A long time in anyone’s book. On Sunday he would be sixty-five and, well, that would be it. A theoretically useful life come to nothing. His mother, God rest her soul, used to say: “Your life is like a blank page for colouring in. Make sure you don’t use white chalk!” But hadn’t he done just that?
When Morrison, his boss and junior by twenty years, stood up to make a speech at exactly five o’clock, Thompson had had enough. He left the canteen, unnoticed by everyone, and headed towards his small office at the end of the corridor on the top floor. When he stepped inside he locked the door with a key nobody knew he possessed.
The office was sparse. There were no plants or posters or framed family snapshot. No computer or photocopier or filing cabinet either. All it contained in fact was a chair, a metal wastepaper bin and a brown wooden desk. He always thought that the contents of this desk defined him: a grey telephone that never rang; an in-tray and out-tray which had been bare for the last number of years; an abandoned Sheaffer ballpoint which used to leak black ink; and three awkward drawers, two of which contained nothing.
He sat in his chair, behind his desk, and felt the familiar comfort of his imitation-leather seat. From the top drawer he removed a brown glass bottle. It had been sitting atop a neat pile of eight envelopes which contained official letters requesting him to consider ‘the reworked redundancy package as specified below’. He ignored the letters yet again and studied the label on the bottle, adjusting the angle to read the print at the bottom. The irony didn’t escape him as he pondered the words ‘sell-by date’.
He unscrewed the lid with a sigh and emptied the contents into his palm. There were forty three pills; one for each year. For him the party was over. It had been over for many years.
His retirement party, in the canteen of all places, was supposed to start at half past four but a couple of junior managers and other office staff from different branches of the building had decided to begin early without the guest of honour. ‘Probably standard protocol nowadays,’ he thought to himself. When Brian entered alone only one girl had looked his way then ignored him. She obviously didn’t know who he was; maybe none of them knew. When he looked around he recognised some of the faces but didn’t know their names either.
Shortly after, more people entered and it became clear that the main attraction was the free alcohol and various bites to eat. For some of the younger ones the appeal was as much each other as the drink. Two juniors, wearing similar cut-price shirts and reeking of cheap antiperspirant, were vying for the attention of a pretty, giggling blonde girl. Swain and Pollock from Logistics drifted in in the middle of some quiet discussion and nodded knowingly to him. Swain seemed to be about to say something, perhaps goodbye, but hesitated and continued on his way. Jennings from Human Resources couldn’t even recall his name: “Ah, so you’re leaving us, um, ah, well, just come to say fare-thee-well and all that.”
God Almighty, he detested these people. Especially the bright, young managers, by some quirk of fate all senior to him; straight out of university and full of money-saving ideas and impromptu conference meetings to which he was never invited and hand-held computers and constantly-in-use mobile phones. The bright, young brigade. Hell, no wonder the country was in the state it’s in, he thought.
Friday, October 30, at two minutes to five. In total, two minutes short of 43 years at The Department. A long time in anyone’s book. On Sunday he would be sixty-five and, well, that would be it. A theoretically useful life come to nothing. His mother, God rest her soul, used to say: “Your life is like a blank page for colouring in. Make sure you don’t use white chalk!” But hadn’t he done just that?
When Morrison, his boss and junior by twenty years, stood up to make a speech at exactly five o’clock, Thompson had had enough. He left the canteen, unnoticed by everyone, and headed towards his small office at the end of the corridor on the top floor. When he stepped inside he locked the door with a key nobody knew he possessed.
The office was sparse. There were no plants or posters or framed family snapshot. No computer or photocopier or filing cabinet either. All it contained in fact was a chair, a metal wastepaper bin and a brown wooden desk. He always thought that the contents of this desk defined him: a grey telephone that never rang; an in-tray and out-tray which had been bare for the last number of years; an abandoned Sheaffer ballpoint which used to leak black ink; and three awkward drawers, two of which contained nothing.
He sat in his chair, behind his desk, and felt the familiar comfort of his imitation-leather seat. From the top drawer he removed a brown glass bottle. It had been sitting atop a neat pile of eight envelopes which contained official letters requesting him to consider ‘the reworked redundancy package as specified below’. He ignored the letters yet again and studied the label on the bottle, adjusting the angle to read the print at the bottom. The irony didn’t escape him as he pondered the words ‘sell-by date’.
He unscrewed the lid with a sigh and emptied the contents into his palm. There were forty three pills; one for each year. For him the party was over. It had been over for many years.
You need:
A note book
A dictionary
A headset
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