Im Vorlesewettbewerb der 6. und 8. Klassen konnten Sarah Specht, Naven Amed, Elinor Charlier sowie Marie Leiser die Jury der Englisch Fachschaft mit nahezu fehlerfreier Aussprache, flüssigem Vortragen und gelungener Intonation überzeugen.
Einen besonderen Höhepunkt des Schuljahres stellt immer der Creative Writing Wettbewerb dar, in dem sich die kreativen Schreibtalente unserer Schule offenbaren. Von einem Prompt / Bildimpuls inspiriert überraschen uns die TeilnehmerInnen aus den 10. Klassen immer wieder mit ihren sprachlich fortgeschrittenen und innovativen schöpferischen Fähigkeiten. Sie schaffen es, die fantasievollsten Geschichten zu entwickeln, die oft mit aktuellen gesellschaftlichen oder politischen Bezügen gespickt sind. Dieses Jahr holte Daniel Heinbücher mit „Long Lost Brother“ den ersten Platz. Eine Leseprobe ist unter diesem dem Artikel verlinkt. Natürlich wurden die GewinnerInnen der „English Challenges“ mit Urkunden und Geschenkgutscheinen belohnt. Congrats to everyone!
Keep up the good work!
Andrea Lindbloom & Eva Adams
“Long Lost Brother”, by Daniel Heinbücher
It was a beautiful morning in the spring of 2014, the birds were tweeting, the sun illuminating the city, liberating the corners from the dark shadows of the night. “This really is the paradise”, Vladyslav thought. But wait, what was that? Wind came up, dark clouds were approaching the city. He could hear thunder in the distance: “Vladyslav, wake up, you’re late!” Vladyslav wondered, why was the wind speaking to him? Suddenly, everything was so glaring.
“VLADYSLAV LEONID PARLOCHENKO, the bus will be there in 5 minutes, get up!” Vlad immediately woke up, his mother Ludmila had suddenly ended his dream. It was still dark outside; the only sound outside were car noises. “Why are you always late? Your little brother Grigori is already preparing himself to leave the house, hurry up!” His mother left the room, Vlad jumped out of bed and put on his clothes: Jeans, socks, his Star Wars hoodie, nothing unusual.
As he came down the stairs Grigori was already waiting: “Seems like there’ll be no breakfast for you”, he smirked like the brat he was. Ludmila gave him a clap on the neck “Don’t be so mean”, and soon Vlad had put on his shoes and grabbed his jacked. Both vanished into the dawn. They ran and luckily arrived at the bus station on time, Vlad, already being 15 years old, took line seven to Sevastopol-middle-school, Grigori line two to the basic school at the outskirts of Sevastopol. They were both young but already mature enough to drive alone, so they waved each other and entered their busses.
But this day was different. Vlad noticed that there was something in the air, unrest, a little fear, at least something unusual. The bus stopped and Vladyslav headed out, standing directly in front of his school, an old Soviet-era building, maybe a bit dilapidated but still standing. As he wanted to enter the building, someone grabbed him from behind. …