Practice: tell your own story
Clase 10 de 16 • Curso de Inglés Avanzado C1: Presentaciones y Expresión Oral
Contenido del curso
Alejandra Ximena
student•
hace 4 años
Michelle Easley
teacher•
hace 4 años
Anthony Campos
student•
hace 4 años
Clase 10 de 16 • Curso de Inglés Avanzado C1: Presentaciones y Expresión Oral
Contenido del curso
Alejandra Ximena
Michelle Easley
Anthony Campos
Augusto Mas
Michelle Easley
Felipe Bernardo González Barranco
Michelle Easley
Sergio Agudelo Pérez
Gilma Yanira Hernandez De Zelada
Michelle Easley
Rubén Cuello
Michelle Easley
Andres Balladares
Michelle Easley
Paolo Quintero
Mirna Alejandra Padgett Garcia
Juan Esteban Salcedo Moreno
Karla Valles M
Antonio Moreno Otto
Raul Parra
Silvia Carolina Tobar Silva
Joel Hugo Medel Mirón
Zamira H.Álvarez
Gustavo Ruben Rodriguez Quintana
Juan Munoz
Michelle Easley
Jeanfreddy Gutiérrez Torres
Michelle Easley
Jeanfreddy Gutiérrez Torres
Jenniffer Tatiana Duque Zamora
Michelle Easley
Liliana Patiño Comas
When I was a child I used to go to a popular fast food restaurant with my parents and it had a playground for kids. I was very shy so most of the time I would play on my own in the ball pit or swings.
One summer, my parents took me to the playground on a weekday and it was empty so you could imagine my excitement for having the whole place just for me. Minutes later, another girl entered into the area and even though it was the first time I saw her, we bonded really quickly and played for half an hour before my parents told me it was time to go. I wanted to say good bye to my new friend but I couldn’t return to the playground and I didn’t even know her name.
School started a few weeks later and to my surprise she was a new student that year. Her name was Natalie and she became my best friend at school.
That is a beautiful story! Are you two still friends?
I like it !
Promt 1 A memory from when I was younger :)
In the summer of 2012, it was the very first time my girlfriend and I took our first vacation abroad. We chose the city of Buzios in Brazil as it is globally known for being a great place to spend some time relaxing. Unfortunately for us, the trip was full of problems. Firstly, just once we arrived at the Rio de Janeiro airport we realized we did not have any cash. I thought my girlfriend would carry some money in cash but when I asked her she said she has forgotten and she became very sad. She thought she has ruined our vacations. As a result, I paid everything with my credit card. Secondly, the shuttle which was supposed to pick us up from the airport to the hotel never came. Hence, we spend more than twelve hours at the airport till somebody picked us up. I remember both of us were really tired and just wanted to get to bed and get some sleep. Finally, once we thought everything was fine, we were relaxing and swimming at a beautiful beach on a sunny afternoon when we saw a big cruise ship close to the beach. Somebody with many years living at Buzios warned us that many times the ship throws dangerous chemicals into the water so maybe we should have gone out from the water. The following night, all of a sudden, I woke up my girlfriend because I had woken up myself totally blind. I got a terrible conjunctivitis due to the chemicals from the cruise ship. Long story short, that was the worst trip in our life. Happily for us, even when we did not get the holiday we had planned, our love story moved forward anyway and we got married and now we have a gorgeous little boy.
What an incredible story! You really showed how when you travel there are lots of obstacles, and it has a very happy ending! <3
Teacher do you have a podcast or a youtube channel or some of the content you create? I think you have a very appealing personality
Why thank you so much! <3 <3 I don't have a youtube channel or podcast, but those are awesome ideas! For now you can follow me on Instagram @michelle.yes_
I'd also love a podcast from the teacher!
The story of my scar: When I was a child, I was 7 years old and I used to climb to a jocote tree, my grandma told me many times that it was dangerous, but I did not pay attention to the warnings. It was a common afternoon like others, I climbed to the tree, I played at the branches and suddenly I fell down over a barb wired fence, I got a wound in my stomach, and my mother had to carry me to the hospital. It was a very sad day and I got a big scar in my stomach. I never climbed a tree anymore. :)
Wow I hope you are okay now! Also you can say "climb a tree" without the preposition "to".
When I was a child, 8 or maybe 9 years old, I was learning to ride a bike. Great moment of your life to discover that coordination is not your thing. I hit parked cars, trees, dogs, neighbours...It wasn't easy for me. It took me a bit longer than the average kid to learn how to ride a bike without ending my ride against a tree. I was determined to learn, so I spend every afternoon of that year riding around neighbourhood, until I made it :smile: . I finally learnt how to ride. This is the part of the story where I share an inspirational phrase about never giving up, but sadly once I stop hitting trees with my bike it seems I lost interest and I went back to play soccer with my friends.
This is a great example of telling a story in a funny way, this story has a great sense of humor! -it's in the past tense so it should be "so I spent every afternoon..." -when you talk about the area around your house you call it "the neigbourhood" or "my neighbourhood" -"I made it" is used for things you created or if you completed a trip and got to your destination, i think "I did it" sounds better in this case -since it's in the past tense it should be "but sadly ince I stopped hitting trees" -a gerund often replaces a noun so the last line should say "I went back to playing soccer with my friends"
When i was a child, i used to go out and play with my neighbour, who was a good friend of mine, as he was the same age as me; we also went to the same school, and used to play basketball on the same team. We used to hang out and play for hours, but, as time passed by, we somehow became distant, while still living next to each other, as we started hanging out separately with other friends, and stopped seeing each other. Ever since we moved out, we lost contact. I don't remember having a personal conflict with him, besides the childish, inmature, and petty ones, that we simply left behind. I just hope he's doing great.
You should contact him!
Prompt 2
Many years ago, I took a trip to another state. The moment I boarded the bus, I headed straight for the last row of seats a line of five seats together and chose the one in the corner. Almost immediately, I fell asleep.
After a while, I woke up to the sound of laughter and chit-chat. To my surprise, three guys and a girl, all around my age, had filled the seats next to me. They were laughing and joking, and I caught them making fun of how deeply I’d been sleeping. I joined the conversation and quickly realized something amazing: even though we’d been complete strangers just moments before, we talked as if we’d been friends for years.
The rest of the journey flew by as we shared stories, swapped jokes, and laughed our way down the road. All of a sudden, four hours had passed, and we were at our destination. At last, as we got off the bus, we tried to exchange contact information, tried to stay in touch. Life got in the way, though, and we lost contact – but that ride will always stand out as a rare moment of spontaneous friendship with a group of strangers, each one as cheerful and friendly as the next.
When I was seventeen years old, I started my first year at university. I was a really good student, and I was determined to keep my grades as high as possible. Around the fourth week of the trimester, I suddenly started to feel dizzy and weak. I thought I was getting the flu.
I continued my day at university, constantly touching and pinching a little pimple between my eyebrows. That night, when I got home, I told my parents about how I was feeling. They realized it wasn’t the flu, and that the "pimple" wasn’t a pimple, it was chickenpox. The number one rule about chickenpox is that you should not touch any of the blisters, or else they will leave deep scars.
In the end, I had to miss school for two weeks. I ended up failing all my classes, and I was left with a very peculiar round scar between my eyebrows.
How I got a scar In 24 july 2004 I got on my horse. Surprisingly, my horse passed an obstacle on the way and I throw off the balance. I fell over the rock and my sister fell over me (I had forgotten to tell you this part of history). Inmediatly, I heard a unpleasant sound, was my arm breaking, exactly, radio and cubit. Rapidly, I was carried to the hospital by my parents. The doctors took me some bone scan and they concluded that I required a surgery. They carried on the surgery on mi arm and they put orthopedic material in mi arm. Since 2004 I get a scar in my arm.
-Prompt 1: When I was like 8 years old, I used to enjoy going to the park with some family friends, there were kids about my age, and it was so much fun! One day we stayed at the park late than the usual, we noticed that the all the people were gone and the sun as well, the doors were closed, and we started to get scary, and I was crying a lot, after 30 minutes a person started to scream kind of to get our attention, we went to him, and he opened the doors since he was the watchman, I still get mad with that man because I thought that I would stay the night at the park.
-Prompt 2: I try to go every day to an indoor cycling class; I really love to go it helps me to get rid of all the stress of work and of the day. Once at the middle of the class from all the sudden this old man came to me and asked me for someone called "Selene" I did not stop my bike and he wanted to give me a chocolate I just said no with my head, and he stared at me for one moment and the left, that is it and it was weird.
-Prompt 3: Believe it or not I don't have any scars, of course I've scratched or something before, but I guess that my skin is really good healing.
My first memory
Today I woke up after knowing I was having a dream, but I couldn´t remember anything. I tried hard to remember but It was useless. After a few hours while I was working, I ate some chocolate donuts which suddendly made me remember what I was dreaming. I dreamed I was on a coffeshop with my grandmother in Germany waiting for the rain to stop before we walked together home. After I rememberd this I started thinking and philophizing to realized that during the dream I never knew how I got into that coffeshop in the first place, and that happens with all dreams, you just appear and you accept reality as It is, you don´t ask further questions, you just appear you do what you have to do and then just stop existing exactly as you came, out of the sudden. This reasoning opened a new question for me, because life, when we were borned, It is exactly the same concept. When did I got here?! ¿Do I actually remember how I got into the world? How I was born? So I started an introspecting process which led me to my first memory. My very first childhood memory. This was in my grandparents garden. It was a sunny day and I was on my diapers running barefoot, I remember the grass was wet and I can recall the smell, after that I ran to a uchuva bush and I took one out of Its cocoons, (uchuvas grow in cocoons) I opened It, took the uchuva out and smelled It. I will always associate uchuva´s smell with that very special moment and also to remember that uchuvas such as life are nothing but a beautifull dream.
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A combination of prompt 1 and 3: When I was a child I was in my grandfathers house and my grandmother was playing with her with a red ball, at one point she threw the ball and when I tried to catch her I hit the wall very hard. The next thing I remember was waking up in the emergency room of the hospital, apparently I open my head from the hit and fall unconscious, from that accident I got a scar in my head, a funny fact is that the scar is similar to the one that Harry Potter have.
It was afternoon. I was swinging in a swing that my father has made for me with a piece of rope and a piece of wook. I used to swing everyday and when it was in the highest point i used to jump, but that afternoon I just sit down in my swing and I fell down, The rope hurt me al lot. I still have the scar-
This week i was in the gym, and suddenly a girl came and say "Hi, would you give me your number" , i give her my number, but i never respond the message, we have never talk before she did that, i dont know her and it is weird jsjs
Prompt 2 Talk about an unusual interaction you had with a stranger How I found Rodin’s house. This story happened to me a long time ago. My mom had told me it was not a good idea for me to go to Paris without speaking the language because the French were very jealous about their own language but anyway, I went! I think I never had any communication trouble at all during that trip because to the French I was a very unusual creature: at that time, I was only 16, I was Mexican and I could speak Spanish, English and German but not French. Perhaps most of the people I met took pity of me and that was the reason why they tried to communicate with me in any way they could. One day, near to the Eiffel Tower I wanted to visit a museum nearby, so I arrived there, I paid my entrance, went in and at some point, it seemed like I was the only visitor at that moment, so I found myself almost alone in one gallery and when I say “almost” it is because one of the guards was also there with me. He was a very old man who could not speak any other language than French, of course, but he was insisting on having a conversation with me. With 16 I did not know how to handle that kind of situations. Do you remember the song from the Mouling Rouge? You know, Lady Marmalade, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? Well, I am pretty sure that was exactly what that creepy man would have loved to do to me. After I had finished the tour inside the museum, I just wanted to go away from it as far and quick as possible, so I started walking to the opposite direction I came in. All of a sudden, I felt I was lost I could not place those streets on my map but,** to my surprise**, I was not the only tourist in that area. I let myself follow that crowd and so I had founded Rodin’s house!!! My favorite sculptor!!! Even though, it was not a part of my original visiting schedule! Everything I saw there was so beautiful that I had to thank that creepy horny man for the previous experience, without it I would have missed that unforgettable place.
It was a sunny sunday afternoon, the sky was blue with three clouds in the distance, the blood was running along my legs and the smell of dirt and rust was all i could sense. From the distance I was able to distinguish my father, he had a worried look on his face. The result was as I expected, although I had fallen many times, at last I've done it. I had just gained the ability to make a turns with my bike. And that's the story of how I got the scars on my knees when I was 10 years old, learning how to use my bike =)
One time when I was a child I start asking for a toy that I wanted so much for Christmas, it was a copy of an excavator, my parents always told me that since I was almost a toddler I was interested in construction things and that I keep told them that my dream was to become a constructor like Bob one day, so they can't resist to my tears and they bought me one just to make me quiet, but they said they won't allow me to have it till Christmas come, but I didn't want to wait that long, so the next day I make a plan to stole it from the Christmas tree, I knowed my mom usually took a long time buying the weekly food for us, so I wait the moment she get out our house, so I could be alone for quite time, that was my opportunity so I stole the gift, I hide the whole package and expected to put it again a couple of hours before Christmas, so no one could notice my crime, after I opened it I start playing with it, but in my creative kid mind that thing didn't was just a excavator it was an skateboard, so after I have that incredible idea I started to ride around the house like Tony Hawk all of a sudden I heard my mom open the principal door she was back earlier than expected so I try to run quickly to my room to hide it from her, but my nerves make me lose the balance and I fall, I hit hard my head but I try to stand up fast to search where the toy where and keep the plan going but I can't found it, the next thing I remember is my mom screaming at me and some blood dropping form my forehead. The excavator were always inside my head literally so at last I was discovered with the toy in the mass, I still have that excavator and a little scar in my forehead.
That is an incredible story! Here are my notes: One time when I was a child I ++started++ asking for a toy that I wanted...* I ++kept telling++ them that my dream was to become a ++builder++...* so they ++couldn't++ resist my tears* but they said they ++wouldn’t++ allow me to have it till Christmas ++came++* so the next day I ++made++ a plan to ++steal++ it from the Christmas tree* I ++knew++ my mom usually took a long time...* so I ++waited for++ the moment she ++left++ our house, so I could be alone for ++a while++,* I ++hid++ the whole package and ++waited++ to put it ++back++ again a couple of hours before Christmas,* I start++ed++ playing with it, but in my creative kid mind that thing ++wasn't++ just ++an++ excavator it was ++a++ skateboard, so after I ++had++ that incredible idea I started to...* I ++tried++ to run quickly to my room..* but my nerves ++made++ me lose ++my++ balance and I +fell++, I ++hit my head hard++ but I ++tried++ to stand up and keep the plan going but I ++couldn't++ find it* some blood ++dripping++ from my forehead* The excavator ++was literally inside my head the whole time++ so at last I was discovered with the toy*
I was always very curious about the origin of my name. My parents had told me a very magical realism story which i treasured so much I never asked for a "more realistic one". Back in the 70´s my father Freddy was a union leader in a airline company, so he and my mother, Mireya, could travel the world with discounted tickets. In 1978 they were in Paris, even thought my mom was already 9 months pregnant. So, when they were flying back to Caracas, I decided to be born, up in the air. The airplain´s captain approach me, still in my mom´s ne, to announce that if I decided to born between clouds I could travel for free all my life and choose any nationality by the time I turned 18. I didn´t listen, sorry for my beforelife french, so when the plane landed an ambulance was waiting for us, and I was born in Caracas, Venezuela. Then my parents said, he won´t be a Freddy but Jeanfreddy, almost french but 100% Venezuelan.
That is a truly incredible story! Do you really get to fly for free your whole life?
No, i don´t but i got this amazing story forever. And I have travel to many exotic and distant places like Turkye (it has a new name, right?), Mexico, Argentina, Costa Rica, South Africa, The Netherlands, Spain, France and Norway.
This is a short history when I was younger
This is a very sweet story! I have a few corrections: -I had to by things for breakfast* -and I ++went++ with him* -he always allowed me to buy and eat a cookie ++from the bakery on the way home.++ -my father ++isn't with me anymore++ -but ++this is ++ something that ++makes me happy and brings++ me good memories*
Prompt 1: When I was a child, I used to visit my grandparents during vacations. They lived five hours away in a beautiful farm with animals and food crops. I particularly remember the orange trees all over the farm. While I was there, I received a lot of attention from everyone because I was the cute little girl from the city, and my cousins were always kind to me. They helped me get fruits from the trees and took care of me. One time, when I returned from a vacation there, I opened my bag and, to my surprise, there was a TOAD! I was terrified because I was afraid of this animal, but for my cousins, it was a great joke that they laugh of until now.