mardi 24 novembre 2009

Outing Brings Smiles


Breaking the classroom routine is something new for our Access students. We walked from school to a nearby café. On our way, we were chatting and discussing little issues. At the café, students were at ease drinking coffee, talking, and imparting their personal secrets. The tone at the café was friendly and I and my colleague took the chance to ask our lovely students to write something about Access Program and the change it brought into their lives.
We were definitely overwhelmed by their strong statements full of innocent thinking and by the strong command of English. I believe it’s the effect of a friendly atmosphere characterized by low inhibitions and high self esteem.

lundi 13 juillet 2009

Lavender Song

Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly

Lavender Green

When I am King Dilly Dilly

You will be Queen

Roses are Red Dilly Dilly

Violets are Blue

Say you Love me Dilly Dilly

Like I love you

Lavender Blue Dilly Dilly

Lavender Green

When you are King Dilly Dilly

I will be Queen

Roses are Red Dilly Dilly

Violets are Blue

Do you Love me Dilly Dilly

Like I love you ?

Dedicated to All Ouedzem Access 2 Students

Hopefully Lekbir,

Ouedzem July13th, 2009

jeudi 2 juillet 2009

The Homeless

In the corner of an empty city

He sits

Conversing with the wind

That sweeps the streets

He fills the atmosphere with pain

The sky turns gray

And sadly it begins to rain

Written by Tansaoui Lekbir, February2nd, 20o7, early morning, Cafe Aniba, Ouedzem


jeudi 18 juin 2009

At 104, She Was Still 'Classy'

At 104, She Was Still 'Classy'



Clarice Morant made promises — and she kept them. Like the promise she made to keep her brother and sister out of a nursing home. It didn't matter that Clarice Morant — who was better known by her nickname, Classy — was more than 100 years old.
In a 2006 NPR interview, she said the promise kept her going.
"I made a promise to the Lord," she explained. "If he give me the health, the strength, the life to do for them, take care of them, keep them from going in a home, I would do it. And as long as he give it to me, I will give it to them."
So she fed and bathed her brother and sister. She was a tiny woman, but she lifted, pulled and dressed them. There were other caregivers in the brick row house they shared in Washington, D.C. But at nighttime, it was just Morant, her sister — Rozzie Laney, who was bedridden and dying of Alzheimer's — and her brother, Ira Barber, who'd had a stroke and had dementia.
Everett Barber, Clarice Morant's nephew, laughs gently when he remembers another promise: "One of the things that Classy made me promise with her is that she said, 'I will tell you when I am unable to take care of your father or I'm unable for him to stay here, and only then will you do something else.' So that was our agreement."
Morant was 102 when her brother died at the age of 96.
"She was all about providing whatever care they needed and never thought about, really, what her needs were and never complained about it. It was really remarkable," says Monica Thomas, a social worker with the Washington Hospital Center's Medical House Call Program, which provided health care for Morant's brother and sister.
"She had wonderfully, wonderfully expressive eyes — that you could see the determination and will and strength in her eyes," Thomas adds.
When her sister died, on the last day of last year, Morant was 104. Then, in the empty house, she started to wear down. This week, family gathered from around the country for Morant's funeral — and to thank her one more time for keeping her promises.
click here to listen to the story.
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105560988
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mardi 9 juin 2009

A Toy Hero.

Nothing is for certain.
Nothing is for sure.
Till they close the curtain.
TVs often lie
Heroes often die.
And that's why.
No need to cry.
*************
Dreams are stolen
No music of Beethoven
Every day, i scrutinize faces
Behaviors,i see no wind of change
I am tired and sick of being tired and sick;
Seeing walls without a brick!!
***************
Walls are without a brick.
Minds are without a trick.
Only the tired and the sick.
Nothing is for certain ,nothing is for sure.

Freestyle Produced by;Elkhdar.Ms,USA.2007&Edited in 2009.Copyrights reserved.

jeudi 4 juin 2009

How we make Moroccan mint tea?

First, we fill the kettle with water and we put it on the fire to boil. Then, we put some tea grains in the tea pot, we rinse it very well and we fill it with the boiled water. Next, we add some sugar and mint and we put the tea pot on fire.Finally, we put the glasses in the tray and we serve the tea ,hot and sweet!!
Youssef Jlaibi

Moroccan Tea

To make a Moroccan tea. First, fill the kettle with water and put it on the fire to boil, and then put some tea into the tea pot. When the water is boiled, put some water from it into the tea pot. Next, add some sugar and mint after you rinse it and fill the tea pot with boiled water and leave it for a few minutes, and then prepare the tray with glasses. Finally, pour some tea into a glass and taste it and enjoy the Moroccan tea. There are four charecteristics of sweet Moroccan tea beginning with the Arabic sound "h" HARR, HLOU, HAMI, HMARR. Tea is a symbol of hosptality and kindness. It is also a symbol of welcome when a foreigner and a visitor drops in.
Posted by:Karim NASSIT & Lekbir Tansaoui

dimanche 24 mai 2009

In Civil War, Woman Fought Like A Man For Freedom

Albert D.J. Cashier was the shortest soldier in the 95th Illinois Infantry. In one of the few existing photographs of Cashier during the Civil War, you can faintly detect the outline of breasts under his uniform.
But that's if you're looking for it. And the military apparently was not. "They didn't conduct physical exams in those days, the way the military does now," says Rodney Davis, a retired professor of history at Knox College in Galesburg, Ill. "What they were looking for was warm bodies."
Jennie Hodgers, masquerading as Cashier, marched thousands of miles during the war. She was at the Siege of Vicksburg and the surrender of Mobile. Her regiment took part in more than 40 skirmishes and battles.
"Albert Cashier seems to have been in [the war] from the beginning to the end," Davis says. "She stuck it out."
Davis' own great-grandfather was Cashier's commanding officer and one of several former comrades who rallied to Hodgers' defense when officials considered taking away her veteran's pension for identity fraud. To her fellow soldiers, Davis says, her status as a Union Army veteran trumped her identity as a woman.
"She demonstrated that she was as good as they were," Davis says. "She was as brave as they were, as effective a soldier. For her to be a woman was obviously worthy of remark, but it's not anything that seems to have made them turn away from her."
Why Live As A Man?
After her secret was discovered, Hodgers told different stories to different people about why she had chosen to live as a man. She reportedly told one newspaper that lots of people had enlisted under fake names, and she did, too. "The country needed men, and I wanted excitement," she said.
But to get another idea of why Hodgers may have subjected herself to the rigors of war, it helps to know a little about the U.S. job market in 1861.
"A private in the Union Army made $13 a month, which was easily double what a woman would make as a laundress or a seamstress or even a maid," says Deanne Blanton, co-author of They Fought Like Demons: Women Soldiers in the Civil War. Blanton has documented hundreds of cases of women who masqueraded as men during the war. She says many joined for both patriotic and economic reasons.
"But once they were in the pants and earning more money and spending their money," Blanton says, "they seemed to greatly enjoy the freedom that came with being perceived as a man."
At the time of the Civil War, women couldn't vote. They mostly depended on men to survive. In return, they were supposed to devote their time and talents entirely to husbands, children and their extended families. That was the Victorian ideal.
That ideal was mostly aimed at middle- and upper-class women. Blanton says they're not the ones who went off to war.
"The women who went to war," she says, "who disguised themselves as men and carried a gun, were overwhelmingly working-class women, immigrant women, poor women, urban women and yeoman farm girls."
Hodgers was an immigrant from Clogherhead, Ireland, who couldn't read or write. At the end of the war, she had to make some tough decisions about her identity.
If she continued as Albert Cashier, it was more likely she would find work, keep the friends she had made during the war and be part of a respected community of Civil War veterans.
"She can have a bank account. She can vote in elections -– and she did, by the way," Blanton says. "Or, if she goes back and puts on a dress and tells everyone that she's Jennie, she has just lost her entire life."
Hodgers decided to continue her life as a man. A few years after the war, Cashier made his way to Saunemin, Ill. He worked many jobs, including a stint as a farmhand and the town lamplighter. He ended up living in a little house that is now sitting in pieces in a desolate storage building.
Town Reluctantly Celebrates Veteran
Saunemin is a pretty sleepy place: just a grain elevator, a few other businesses and The Tap — the only restaurant and bar along the main strip.
Jim Schulz lives on a farm outside of Saunemin. He and his wife, Dina, have heard the talk around town. Dina says some residents believe that embracing the story of Jennie Hodgers will help bring tourists to town. "Other people, I think, frankly, would rather everybody not know we had a cross-dresser in Saunemin," she says.
"I wouldn't like to think that that's what puts us on the map," Jim Schulz says, "but maybe it is."
"The town was not especially proud of Cashier," says Cheryl O'Donnell, a church secretary and Cashier proponent. Since the 1960s, a handful of locals have been trying to save Cashier's house. Over the years, the house has been moved at least eight times. For a while, it was next to the Saunemin fire station.
O'Donnell says the fire department used to joke about the house. "They said, 'We're gonna burn it for a practice drill,'" she says. "They thought that was funny."
The house was saved thanks to Betty Estes, the tourism director of a town just down the road. She began bringing busloads of people over to Saunemin to view Cashier's grave. The city board of Saunemin seemed to take notice, and now there are big plans to finally reconstruct the old house and put it close to the spot where Cashier used to live.
If things go according to plan, Hodgers' secret will soon be exposed to a larger audience. Visitors will be able to come to her grave site — and to her old house — to hear all about her remarkable and complicated life.
This piece was produced by Linda Paul with help from Jay Allison and the public radio Web site

samedi 23 mai 2009

Tea Effect...a heavenly travel without a visa!!!


It’s raining outside, almost cats and dogs!A blanket of godly fog overlaid the trees and the mountains stretching across the phosphate hills of Sid Daoui. I’m, by myself, sitting on this plastic chair-you may think I’m cold but my heart is pounding like that of a rabbit and my chest is warm. I’m sitting face- to-face with this extremely unbelievable machine called a laptop, connected to a world that I wouldn’t see. Everything is minimized to fit the small screen. Even distances are mitigated!The soft music,which is stemming from the tiny speakers, just adds a romantic touch to the scene. Music, a beautiful scene outside,and freshly brewed Moroccan hot tea with local absinth aroma are all ingredients for an amazing travel to the magic world of words. Yes, I have only access to words. The world now seems very small to me. I can make it big or small just by a light click of a mouse. Isn’t that magic?
Elkhdar,Road Cafe'.2009.

Extensive reading reaction report

Reading for pleasure reaction report


Your name : Class :

Book/reader title : Author :

Level: Publisher :

Type :


1. What is the story/book about: (One to three sentences)

2. What do you think of it? (poor, average, good, very good)

3. Say one thing you liked/didn’t like about it:

4. The story and you: (one idea each)
a. what is one thing in the story that is the same as your life:

b. what is different:

samedi 16 mai 2009

Lies and Life





The biggest lie that any one can say is that he never lied, because every one lies for a reason.
First let’s see a little definition of lying: lying is saying something not true. Between lies we find white ones.
People tell white lies for many reasons like:
Self-image:
When somebody tries to improve his self between others he starts to say white lies to get interest from them.
Kiddi
ng:
Sometimes people are looking for fun by putting others in funny situations so they tell white lies, but sometimes heavy consequences show up because of those jocks.
Repairing relations between others:
Not all lies are told for bad reasons. There are some told for good ones. When two guys have fight their friends try to extenuate the air between them, so they tell them white lies the kind of:
“You know? he wants to apologize to you...”
“He told us that he’s very sorry for what he did…”
Sometimes it’s better to tell the truth than lying, and especially when there are things on the fringe like friendship or other things. For example others can take the blame for what you did if you lie about it, so in these cases it’s better to tell the truth than letting others in troubles because of what you did.
I lie too in certain circumstances, and especially when it’s about giving false excuses. Sometimes when somebody asks me to bring him something with me and I forget, I tell him that I didn’t find it, or something like that. I also give false excuses when someone invites me to a party, and there are people which I hate, I tell him that I’m busy.
After all that we can say that lying is a very important thing in our life and that we can’t live without it.
Submitted by: ABDELLATIF

dimanche 3 mai 2009

Access Pledge


Today I will do my best to be the best.
I will listen.
I will follow directions.
I will be honest.
I will respect the rights of others.
I can learn.
I will learn.You see, I know it's all up to me.

Writing Assignment

Reasons behind telling white lies:
1-lying to hide something.
2-Giving false excuses.
3-lying to make someone feel good.
4-lying to hide bad news.

Your eassay should answer these questions:

Do you know of any other reasons people tell white lies?
When is it better to tell the truth rather than lie?
Do you ever give excuses that are not really true?when and why?

Very Important: your essay must be submitted before May11,2009!!!

samedi 18 avril 2009

Welcome To Access course

We congratulate you for being selected to take this course.Learning is a gift from God and you've got to use that gift quite well;invest your time and energy in any kind of learning that will help you see the world of peace and tolerance!!!
A.Elkhdar
L.Tansaoui