Drama in UMS / Collège

“Blood Brothers” by Willy Russell

On March 17th, Upper Middle school read the play as part of their literature input and then decided they would like to produce a shortened version of the play for performance. The class chose the scenes they thought were the most important and substituted the missing links by narrators. The play was produced in English. With the exception of 4 students, all the class has been learning English as a second language. The play was performed to both the secondary and primary schools. (A.Desmond)

BIS Poetry Competition (March 2011)

Poetry at BIS - on the them e of "Transformations"

This year we had so many good entries that it was difficult to choose the best ones in each category. We were particularly pleased with the number of students for whom English is not their maternal language and with the quality of the entries submitted by them. We have also had a small number of entries in French and in Spanish which were also very pleasing. (A.Desmond)

Here they are:

The sun shines

Right into my bedroom

A bird passes

Another bird passes

I want to be a bird

Flying, flying and flying

All the time

All day long

And not go to school.

I want to be free, flying from

Here to there from Finland to France

And go anywhere I want.
I WANT TO BE A BIRD!

By Victor Brisson (11 years old) 2^nd language English

Icarus

Today I walk

Tomorrow I’ll fly

Today I look at the sky

Tomorrow I’ll look at the earth

Today I am a man

Tomorrow I’ll be a bird

It seems possible

It seems fantastic

But I will fly.

By Victoria Bismuth (10 years old) 2^nd language English

A Friendly Foe

The joke’s on me

It’s all my fault

Blinded by your pain, I fell

A friend at heart

Was what I’d found

Too bad it soon would be turned ‘round

Before my eyes

You took my trust

And turned it into pointless lies

I turned my friend

Into a foe

I hadn’t seen her grass green soul

Don’t let your guard down

I have learned

I’ll keep friends close, but you the closest

A friend at heart

You were at first

But now a monster you’ve become

Iwill not fight you

I’ll just despise you ’cause now it’s too late for regrets

Next time around

I’ll make you see

The joke will be on you, not me.

By Milagros Rshaid (14 years) 1^st lang. English

Sailing

I sail through the warm summer air,

I feel the wind in my hair.
The water, splashing against the side of the boat,

Feeling the fresh sea in my throat.
The wind is getting stronger,

The waves are getting longer.

The storm is rising,

The wind is icing,

And I start thinking,

What if I am sinking?

I carefully tighten the sail,

I hope it won’t fail.

I am speeding across the lake,

The sails start to shake,

I tighten them more,

And carefully sail to shore.
I tie the boat,

And I can see it float peacefully on the waves.
The storm is over,

The waves are getting lower,

No wind no more,

No storm no more,

Just the calming silence of the warm, summer night.

By Kim Kutvonen (14 years) English 2^nd language

Carnaval es fiesta

Carnaval es fiesta

El tiempo no interesa

Carnaval es mundial. By Max Benson-Gaunt (14 years) Spanish beginner

Transformation

My rose bud, I saw you growing,

Flowering, blossoming, beautifying,

My rose, I saw you transforming to die

You faded, dried, your corpse on the floor

On one cold night of October.
But you my rosebud, you will be resurrected.

By Paul Foubet (12 years old) 2^nd language English