ENGLISH LEARNING

  VIRTUALLY TRUE                                     BY PAUL STEWART  1. Sebastian Shultz. It isn't a name you come across every day. But there it was, large and clear, at the top of the newspaper article in front of me. 2. The reader of the newspaper was a big woman. l couldn't see her face, but l could hear her wheezy breath. 3. MIRACLE RECOVERY, the headline said. Sebastian Shultz, a 14 year-old schoolboy from South London, awoke yesterday from a coma that doctors feared might last forever. 4.It couldn't be the Sebastian Shultz l' d met. l leant forward to read the rest of the article. 5. Six weeks ago, Sebastian Shultz was badly injured in a motorway accident. His condition, on arrival at the General Hospital, was described as critical but stable. Despite doctor's hopes, the boy did not regain consciousness. His parents were informed that their son was in a com...

THE FUN THEY HAD EXPLANATION : BEFORE YOU READ  The story we shall read is set in the future, when books and schools as we now know them will perhaps not exist. How will children study then? The diagram below may give you some ideas. Explanation : The story of this lesson is set in the future. It compares the schools, textbooks of today's world with that of the future. In other words, the story of this lesson compares the educational system of today's world with that of the future. Now let us look at the diagram below to have some idea regarding schools of the future. Now  let us read the story and try to understand what it is all about! Passage : MARGIE even wrote about it that night in her diary. On the page headed 17 May 2157, she wrote, "Today Tommy found a real book!"                 It was a very old book. Margie's grandfather once said that when he was a little boy his grandfather told him that there was a time when...

AT FIFTEEN I WENT WITH THE ARMY ( By Unknown Chinese Poet, Translated by Arthur Waley) At fifteen, I went with the army At four score, I came home. On the way, I met a man from the village. I asked him who there was at home. 'That over there is your house, All covered over with tress and bushes.' Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole, Pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof. In the courtyard was growing some wild grain; And by the well, some wild mallows. I'll boil the grain and make porridge  I'll pluck the mallows and make soup. Soup and porridge are both cooked, But there is no one to eat them with. I went out and looked towards the east, While tears fell and wetted my clothes.