” Being a positive citizen @ the LAK “
Projet de Mme Ladki sur “Endangered Species, let’s act for the environment”
In this action, sudents have been asked to render visible the actual reality of endangered species to show that their fate is in our hands… Classe de 5ème (Grade7)
Projet en lien avec projet Écocitoyenneté du LAK – Parcours Avenir et Citoyen
Projet sur la presse britannique avec les Premières ES de Mme Saad “Students had to create a newspaper front page” :
Projet sur L’Inde: Classe de première L/ES 2 – “the great figures of India”
“A SHORT STORY A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY…”
Mr Savina’s Première S2 (Grade 11) have written short stories in their English class in creative writing workshops…
Following a session on the different literary genres based on extracts from “waiting for Godot”, “King Arthur revisited by the Monty Python”, to name but a few, students were asked to write a short story in small groups or in pairs choosing one genre as an inspiration… Here are three short stories, as a present…”
Now it is time for you to discover them…
A souper adventure…
Jonathan, Forky and Sir Spooney are living some adventures together, in an uncommon and unrealistic world.
We were just standing there and we thought that maybe zombies really existed… as the idea passed our minds, we heard loud shouting coming from the forest of vegetables.
“Come on!” Sir Spooney said. ”Let’s kill those monsters!” And we ran.
As we were approaching our destination, the sound became clearer:
“You molten tomato, I’m going to kill you! You little…”
“Hurry up, Sir Spooney! Some innocent people are in danger!” I said enthusiastically.
“I’m doing my best, Jonathan! But moving between the broccoli trees is quite hard…” Sir Spooney answered.
“Come on, you can do it! Our friend Forky has been kidnapped by zombies, remember? ” I tried encouraging him.
“This is bull…” the monsters were yelling.
“That’s just a waste of time!” Sir Spooney said, trying to get rid of the potatoes that were surrounding him. “I cannot move any step further. What are we going to do now?”
“Well, let’s just stay here and talk.” And I teleported us to my huge castle in Soupolis.
“Sir Spooney, I continued, I wanted to tell you that you’re always doing a very admirable work.
That’s why I’ve decided to thank you by making you the Defender of the Order of Soupolis… Sir Spooney, you have to kneel to his Majesty the King Jonathan of Nehctik, so you can be assigned
your new responsibilities and privileges!”
“That’s a big honor, your Majesty! You know my biggest wish has always been to serve the Royals and the Kingdom…” Sir Spooney exclaimed cheerfully.
“Well, you can kneel now! Sir Spooney, from the Throne I’m sitting on, I name you the Defender of the Order and the General of my huge Army!” I continued.
“Wait a minute… Wasn’t I supposed to be only named the Defender of the Order of Soupolis?”
Sir Spooney questioned.
“That was before! Now you’re also the Commander of the Army and the Magician of the Kingdom!” I replied.
“What! Am I really this important?” Sir Spooney asked.
“Yes you are! That’s why, with the help of your assistant Forky – as I was saying those words, Forky came and knelt to me – I give you the Order to prepare a machine that allows me to go to
“From where did you come all of a sudden Forky? I thought you were bloody trapped by the zombies…” Sir Spooney said flabbergasted.
But Sir Spooney was abruptly interrupted by a huge, unexpected sound, which was followed by big shouts: “You stupid dog! You can’t do anything right, you’re a bloody hell of an excuse you
useless piece of junk!”
“Enemies are attacking us! Sir Spooney, as the commander of the Armies, you have to defend your King!” I ordered.
“Oh so now you can’t do crap huh?” Sir Spooney murmured in annoyance while rolling his eyes.
“Anyway, do not worry, your High Majesty! With the help of the Fairies, the machine that you asked for is ready. You are now able to go to the future whenever you want and escape from the danger!”
“How can you be so selfish, Sir Spooney! Do you forget that a King should protect his Subjects?”
I asked Sir Spooney. How can he forget the kingdom that needs protection?
“A king? Which king? You’re not a king, Jonathan!”
“Who am I then?” If Sir Spooney didn’t think I was a king, of my own kingdom for a fact, than what was I?
“A CIA agent!” Sir Spooney replied like it was so obvious.
“What the actual frakle?” I was flabbergasted.
Looking around, I noticed that this was actually true: I wasn’t in my castle anymore, but in a military base…
“Come on! Sir Spooney said. Let’s move around and search for the hidden documents!”
I stopped him.
“Wait! Don’t you find that weird?”
“What is weird?” Sir Spooney said as nothing was wrong.
“You and me being here! Where the hell is Forky?”
“Why should that be strange?” Did he forget about our best mate that fast?
“Because this is uncommon and illogical! Some people disappear! Like poor old Forky!”
“And what’s the problem?” Sir Spooney asked indifferently.
“Don’t you find a problem?”
“No, I don’t find a problem.”
“Are you on candy cane or something? We’re supposed to be in my Castle!”
“As we are supposed to be in a forest of vegetables.”
“Sir Spooney, stop that!”
“No one can stop that.”
“What does that mean?” I asked. Why did it sound so mysterious?
“That means that this is the way of life. I’m sorry for what I’m going to do, but I have no choice…”
“And what must you do?” Now I was scared.
“I have to kill you and give your body to the crocodiles in the river over there.” Sir Spooney responded as it was the most normal thing ever!
“WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK!”
“Jonathan, I must!”
“Oh, how the tables have turned!” At first I didn’t believe him, but I turned around and saw the river that Sir Spooney was talking about. I was petrified. “You son of a banadoura, you weren’t joking!”
I wanted to escape, but I realized that it was too late when I found myself flying in the air. Oh no, he didn’t! Sir Spooney threw me in the water as he previously said, my most loyal companion
betrayed me! That little shank!
All I remember is that even if I was supposed to be dead, I was still hearing what was happening around me. “Ugly lettuce! I’ll show you what a little asparagus like me can do! You can kiss your
freshness goodbye.” The crocodiles were talking now! I must be dead, there is no other explanation for a madness like that!
My mum was waking me up. I was at home, sleeping on the dining chair, and dad wasn’t here anymore. I stood up, trying not to notice the tears running down my mum’s soft cheeks, nor the injuries that were making her beautiful face look like a total wreck.
“Honey, look what you did! Why can’t you eat your vegetables and your soup like a good kid, huh?” She asked rather calmly despite the huge amount of pain she was going through.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew what was going on between her and my father.
My mum picked up the broccolis and potatoes that I had thrown on the table, and cleaned the floor from the remains of the broken plate. Then she took Forky and Sir Spooney, and placed them in the sink.
I was eight years old and tomorrow was my first day of school after summer break, but I was not excited about it…
A fabulous story written by the salty Karim Balaa, the sweet Nour Dimachkie, and the spicy Ali Salloukh.
THE STORY OF AN EMPEROR
As the emperor sat in his room reading his book, he drowned in deep thoughts. Emperor: “We were just standing there and we thought about the meaning of our lives, the feelings we encounter, the thoughts that can either lead us to our biggest success or our self-destruction. We make our decisions. We and only we
can draw our own path.” (He closed the book) Decision? How? How can I make this decision? One that could change a man’s life! My people are depending on me and I have to make the right choice.
Yang: You have to forgive them your highness! You know that they were just….
Yin: they were just what? Don’t you see they are traitors? They must be punished! Where is your honor Sire?
Yang: Honor lies upon forgiveness and mercy! Not upon revenge and anger!
Yin: Just ask yourself what your great father would’ve done. Remember how he used to say, “Mercy is only for the weak”. Do what you must do to protect our empire!
Emperor: And that is?
Yin: Punish those who transgress the law of our ancestors. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Whoever does harm should get what he deserves…
Yang: How can you punish them if you are not even sure who’s the one that leaked the information to our enemies. I think you should act with mercy until you find the true traitor.
Yin: We all know that the General and the Minister were the only two to know about our plan to destroy our rivals…Who else could be responsible for this crime!
Emperor: Whoever will dare conspire against me, betray me in any way or ignite my anger will suffer the consequences, I will make them feel more pain then they’d ever imagined, I will make them feel what It means to suffer my wrath, I will make them wish that they’d never been born. But we shall first see who’s the guilty one.
Yin and Yang both started talking at the same time
Yin: Punish them! Punish them! Kill them all!
Yang: Forgive them! Forgive them! Have mercy!
Emperor: STOP!! I had enough of you two!
The emperor left the room quickly to go to the shrine in order to get some advice from the spirits of his ancestors. As he was praying in the temple, the spirit of his great grandfather awoken from his rest to give him advice.
The spirit: I see that you called upon me my child…What is your problem?
Emperor: I have a difficult decision to make, that could have a big impact on our empire. The Minister and the General have been accused of betraying China…
The spirit: Young one, be calm be wise in your judgment. You must know that it is only one man who committed treason. Follow the Tao, find balance between evil and good, between the Yin and the Yang and you’ll have the answer to all your questions…
And the spirit vanished leaving the emperor alone in the holy place. He then started thinking out loud:
Emperor: It must be the General. He is known for his firm character, his ruthless acts and his lack of moral values. It cannot be the Minister…he always has been a good man that devoted his life in the interest of the empire and never harmed anyone. Let each of the five punishments lead to his end, I will painfully tattoo him, cut his nose off, amputate one of his feet, castrate him and finally lead him to a horrible death! The emperor shouted with pride and honor
After the execution of the traitor, the spirit of the great grandfather reappeared while the emperor was celebrating with a bottle of red wine.
The spirit: Your foolish decision caused you the life of one of your most loyal General! You killed the innocent one and left the other flee the country. Are you proud of your stupid judgment? And I thought that you will make the wise decision! You are a disgrace to the imperial blood line!
And the emperor lived in shame. Dueling in dishonor and regret and reminiscing on his poor decision till the rest of his miserable life.
Written by Taj Haidar, Ala’ Zahabi and Omar Bekdache
A body of Clues
And then I decided to check if anyone forgot his bag here. I searched around me and screamed but no one answered. A bag is placed in the middle of Times Square but nobody knows what it contains, so I checked if there was any sign or any information about it. “CALL THE FBI” was written on the bag, so I did what it asked. I asked for backup, and then the FBI called out an obligated evacuation of the place. They thought that it was a bomb. Until suddenly, the bag starts opening itself. One of the police men fainted. A young tattooed woman with no clothes came out from the giant bag. All the FBI members came out of their cars, pointing guns over this skinny woman and telling her to put her hands behind her head. They took her to the FBI agency.