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"West Side Story" in Tørring Amtsgymnasium

 

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Know something about IES Jorge Manrique History in our centennial // Aprende algo sobre la historia de nuestro instituto en nla celebración del centenario de la primera piedra.

You can download our new tones for your mobile. / Puedes bajar nuevos tonos o melodías para tu móvil lejos de los archiconocidos. Busca el enlace.

Learn some of the limericks made by clas-mates / Aprende algún "limerick" (poesía breve y jocosa) hecha por compañeros.

Have a look at the statistics compairing the use of the NEW MEDIA in our three countries / Echa una ojeada a las estadísticas comparando el uso de los nuevos medios entre la juventud de nuestros 3 países.

Calendar

Deadlines:

The questionnaire results (Deadline): Results should be passed on to the partners by November 30.

Background studies are done individually in the countries and with the subjects who want to take part (social science, literature, biology, etc.)

The results of the polarity profile must be passed on to partners latest February 28.

The three best short stories must be passed on by March 26.

Conference in Palencia: 18-20th of April, 2007

Conference in Hamburg: Autumn 2007

Conference in Sliven: April, 2008

Links:

• IES Jorge Manrique - Palencia (Spain)
• Web IES Jorge Manrique -Palencia
• Tørring Amtsgymnasium - Tørring (Denmark)
• Kurt-Tucholsky-Gymnasium - Hamburg (Germany)

• ¿Qué son los Proyectos Europeos Comenius?

  El espacio Comenius

  Eurydice: La web informativa sobre los programas educativos europeos

Tørring tales about Time (Denmark)

1.- Jeppe Ankjær Nielsen	2.- Malene Hein
3.- Niels Christian	4.- Nikolaj Pallesen.

 

1.- The Day All Clocks Stopped

I checked my watch. 8.14. I was sitting on a bench at the train station waiting for my train to come. I flicked through The Guardian in a desperate search of an interesting story of any kind. I was only supposed to wait four minutes. I glanced at the big clock on the platform. Still 8.14. “My watch must be a bit ahead”, I thought to myself, still turning the pages. I noticed that the man next to me had the same copy of The Guardian. He seemed to have found something interesting to read, which only made my search more desperate. He didn’t notice me so I tried to lean over to find out what has caught his interest. Leaning over I tried to get a look at the man’s face. My mystery was solved. Under his black broad shadowed hat his eyes was closed; he was sleeping. I smiled to myself, neither he was able to find a story of interest.
   
I leaned forward to see if the train was in sight. It wasn’t and I returned to my own paper. I finally realized that it was of no use to keep searching, so I folded the paper and put it in the side pocket of my briefcase. Yet again I looked at my watch: 8.14. “That’s odd”, I said out loud, “I just bought this”, raising my wrist to the right ear to signal that I was talking about my dysfunctional watch. I smiled to the lady next to me. She didn’t react; she just sat there, motionless. I tapped the sleeping man next to me on the shoulder and asked, “Excuse me sir, do you happen to know what time it is?” noticing that he too was bearing a wristwatch. He didn’t react either. I took a grip of his arm and pulled it towards me. His paper fell to the ground, else no reaction. I checked his watch, 8.14. Once again I looked at the great clock, the minute hand hadn’t moved there either. I remained in my seat for several seconds, perhaps even a minute, staring at the clock. I was completely astonished. My astonishment slowly turned into fear as I got up. My entire body was shaking. Far away I could see the three lights in front of the train I was waiting for. I stood there patiently but the lights stayed in the far horizon. “Splendid”, I said to myself sarcastically, “just splendid”. 
 
   I wandered up and down the streets for hours. It could have been for minutes, but literally nobody was counting. I had tried to turn both hands of my watch forward but no matter how hard I pulled them they didn’t move. The frustration had slowly gotten a firm grip of my mind, mainly because I was completely powerless towards these events. I desperately searched for a clock that would show something different than my nemesis; 8.14. The more time went by the more the hope of this all being a dream disappeared. I had already given myself numerous red marks on my arm because I kept pinching it. I was completely disillusioned when I decided to return to the train station. For the last time I looked at my watch. It was almost as if the two hands formed a provoking smile. I took of the watch and tried one last time to turn the hands around, still no success. Out of rage I threw my watch to the ground so that the glass splintered. I jumped up and down on my defenceless watch when suddenly I felt a soft touch of my shoulder, I turned around. “I’m sorry mister?”, “McCarthy”, I replied. “Might I ask what on earth you are doing?” a woman was smiling at me. I picked up my watch and checked the time: 8.15.

Jeppe Ankjær Nielsen (2009)

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2.- The day all clocks stopped.

It was Monday morning, and I had just arrived at the Grand Central Station, and was going to eat my breakfast at a coffee shop, while I was planning my errands for the day. It was a quite normal day at the station, hundreds of busy people were crossing each other on their way. I love spending some time watching other people when they are passing by. Therefore I sat down outside the coffee shop, so I had a better view. I love listening to the big clock ticking, and the sound of people talking. But suddenly, out of the blue, everything stopped. Just like that, the clock stopped, people froze in their movement, and it was like time stood still. At first I thought that I had been daydreaming, because sometimes I do that. But it wasn’t the case, time was really standing still, and the big clock hanging over the train arrival had also stopped, even my own watch had stopped. I couldn’t believe it, but the most amazing part, were the hundreds of people frozen in the middle of the train station on their way out in the busy everyday life. It was like in the story about the Ice Queen, who froze people she didn’t like. It looked like she had been there on the train station. But as amazing it must sound, I was very frightened, and scared of being the only person who was able to move and act normally. All of a sudden I felt all alone, and the big train station that before had attracted and inspired me, suddenly seemed unfamiliar and terrifying. The thought off being alone didn’t attract me. I found my cell phone to call my boyfriend at his work. But there wasn’t any signal on my cell phone, despite of the fact that I had been calling from the exact same place, every day for the last couple of months without any trouble.

Then I panicked, and started to run around the train station, to see if I was the only one left out of the frozen condition the train station appeared to be in. After looking into the shops, trains and even in the toilets, I didn’t found anyone in the same situations as me. I therefore decided to run outside, but when I reached the front door, I couldn’t open it. It was one of these automatical doors, that is controlled by a sensor, but also the sensor seemed to be out of function. Then I started crying, I didn’t know why, and I felt like a little child, being lost from my parents. I felt silly and stopped, and pulled myself together. For a brief moment I thought I saw a man at the stairs, who moved. But when I looked again he stood as still, as the others. Then I sat down and looked at them, at the frozen people. When I thought about it, it was actually very inspiring and interesting to sit there, and look at all these different people, and their doings. I’ve always been very curious, and love spending time gazing at people, when they’re passing by me, wheatear it’s in the train, on the street, or in front of the coffee shop. But it’s also rude to look at people for too long, because then they feel insulted, and I understand them. But with all the clocks stopped and all the people frozen, I had all the time I needed, to gaze at these people around me. And in my regard of these people, I noticed how different they all were, even the men in their suits, with their briefcases under their arms. All had a unique detail, which separates them from the rest. And then I saw all the different stories that the people told. The old cleaning lady with her wrinkled face, and thick-skinned hands, told a story of a long working life. The young couple in their finest clothes, smiling and glowing, and the ring on the girls’ finger, told that they just got engaged. And the roughly treated homeless man and his dog, sitting on the ground, told a story of a life, that didn’t turn out the way a life should turn out, which is for the better. I don’t know for how long I’d sat gazing at the crowd of people, but suddenly reality came back to me, and I realized that something had to be done. Because if time did no longer exist, and people couldn’t move, life wouldn’t be worth living. I just didn’t know what to do. It couldn’t be real that all clocks, out of nowhere stopped, as in some kind of science fiction movie. Then I panicked again. I yelled to hear if somebody would answer me, but nothing happened. Then I went to inspect these people. I found a young boy, who was about to go down the stairs. His eyes expressed that he was quite happy, such pretty eyes he had. I don’t know for how long I stood there and looked into his warm brown eyes, but as long as I just kept looking at him, it was as if I forgot my miserable situation. Suddenly I saw something, he winked at me. And then out of nowhere people began to walk again, just like nothing had happened. And then they all clapped and the boy with the pretty eyes hugged me. I didn’t understand what had happened, but a sudden joy and relief made me smile. A formal man with a plate around his neck came towards me, while every one was starring at me, like I had just stared at them. The formal man told me to sit down, and then he explained to me that what I had just experienced was an experiment. He came from a company, who had been asked to arrange this experiment, to see how a person would react, if this person was left alone, as the only functioning part in life. I was shocked, but he told me that I would get a reward for my involuntary participation. When I asked him how they had done it, he told me that they had picked me, because I was a regular visitor at the station, and looked like a person who could handle the experience. He told me that they had arranged the happening, to begin at exactly 8.00 o’clock. All clocks were set to stop, the mobile signal and the sensor to the front door, had been blocked. The man, who you know as Dr. Roberts, also told me that they had filmed the whole experiment, and wanted to know, if they were allowed to use it, at this particular course you are on today. And as you can see, I said yes. And that was how I experienced the experiment, and now you are going to see the documentary about people and their fears. I found out that, being left alone is my biggest fear.

Malene Hein (3. d. 2009)

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3.- Time - Essay
My new watch was really cool, it just said “look at me, I got style.” I climbed down the stairs for the tube. There was, as always, a homeless man who stood there, trying to sell their paper. I usually never bought these papers, but this time I wanted to. I found £1 in my pocket. Walked over to him telling him that I wanted to by his paper, as I handed over the money he stared at my watch. I felt awkward, I had just bought this expensive watch on eBay, and he could barely afford living. I looked at the watch, 10 minutes till my train arrives. I decided to find a bench and sit down for a little rest. I love to sit down and watch all the busy people almost running to catch their train. The businessmen, dressed in their conservative suits, talking in their cell phones, living life at high speed. As I sat there waiting for my train to arrive I once again looked at my watch, it was so fascinating, glittering, impressive, but yet so simple, four buttons, I only knew what three of them was good for. One button for setting the time, one for adjusting the date, and the third one for taking time, the fourth one, was just there for the look, or should I try pushing it. I pushed the button.

All of a sudden it was all quiet, no talking around me, no noisy loudspeaker telling when the next train arrived, and no squeaking brakes from the old tube-trains. No one around me moved. What? Could it really be true, was it possible? Who was playing a trick on me, “where’s there camera”, I yelled. Nobody answered, except from the noisy silence. It was not possible that my simple watch could stop time. I looked at the big watch on the train station, it didn’t change, it was impossible.
The busy business men were not running around, they stood there, frozen, as time had stopped. I was the only one who moved. I had to start time again. I pushed the button, nothing happened. Was it my watch that had stopped time? I started to think about what would go on if the world would be like this forever, I would be stuck in time, would I grow older now as time had stopped? I moved around on the platform, looking at the people, some of them looked goofy as they were stopped in the middle of a moan. I had to figure out how to start time. I just had to.

Maybe it was the battery that was the problem. I listened to the watch, yes it was it, it was out of battery, I had to find a store where they had batteries for watches. I ran up the stairs, the homeless man stood there trying to convince a well dressed young lady to buy his paper.
I continued my climb up the stairs, every thing had stopped, the traffic signs, the cars, it was all peaceful and quiet. I looked across the street, there, an electronics store. I ran across the street, I reached the store, opened the door, the shopkeeper stood there, stuck with picking his nose, no costumers in the shop, what else should he doo? I found the shelves with batteries. Which one should I choose, I opened the back of the watch, found the new batteries, and replaced it.

I pushed the button once again; suddenly every thing came to life. I could hear the traffic come to back to life. I pushed the button once again and everything stopped once again. I didn’t want to pay for the battery, I left the shop, walked back to the tube, sat me on the bench once again, pushed the button and started the time. Smiling inside, knowing that I now were able to stop the time whenever I want to. I will never be late again.

Niels Christian (2009)

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4.- The day all clocks stopped.

Half past five. The train was late, just as could be expected. I was in quite a hurry, so I wasn't thrilled by the extra waiting. But I seemed to be the only one waiting right now, cause I was all alone on the platform. The weather was pretty bad, cloudy and cold. Waiting wasn't very comfortable.
Half past five, still? That was pretty strange, probably just my wristwatch being broken or the battery being empty. Something like that was sure. But I was sure that I had been waiting for some time, and not just the five minutes as my watch suggested. The large clock at the platform said half past five aswell, so I just had to wait. That didn't work either. This surprised me. I took a good look around and found my self totally alone. Weird, this used to be a busy time at the station. I went to the ticket both to ask what time it was, but the employee was not paying attention to my question, she was just looking straight out through the air, without moving a muscle. She looked like a mannequin or a figure from Madam Tussaud. There were other people in the area around the both, they were, like the employee, caught in a motion, standing like statues. What the bloody h*ll was going on? I started to get trouble breathing and my heart hammered away.
I went into the streets, they were full but empty at the same time, it was strange to say the least. Cars and busses, people and animals, all caught in the same fraction of a second. It was the same everywhere I went. From the birds in the sky to the fishes in the deep, from the leaves of the threes to the wheels on the cars. As I made my way round through the town I felt lonely, in the true meaning of the word. I was never alone, but still I was all by myself. It wasn't fun at all, feeling like a prisoner, imprisoned in time.
What had caused this to happen, was the question always on my mind, and how could I undo this to go back to how things use to be. I sat down on a bench outside the train station, put my elbows on my knees lowered my head and began to wonder. I wondered how and I wondered why, like it says in the song, but that is really what I did. My focus was on the clocks, could they have caused the pause in time? I don't believe in the supernatural and I know there is no magic in a chronometer, it is made of a series of wheels and connections connected to a battery. I quickly ruled that out. My next thought was that it wasn't my surroundings that was acting out but that it was me. Had I gone insane, or perhaps had I died?  Not nice thoughts but it would explain quite a bit.
I leaned back and tried to rest my back, I took of my watch and put it beside me. The I noticed something peculiar. The little pin that is used to adjust time was pulled out, causing the watch to stop. Could this be the solution, so simple? I was quick to push the pin back into place, I took a quick look around and nothing had happened. Now I really got sad. I thought I had it and, of cause, I didn't. I fisted my hand and gave the watch a punch, and suddenly I felt colder. I wasn't wearing any jacket so I was probably just the cold wind cooling me down. The Wind! I looked around and people was moving again. I looked at my watch, it was went like it had never done anything else. I was so thrilled. I ran back to the train station and up on the platform, my train was arriving, at last. I took of my watch and put it in my pocket. Was it really the watch that could cause time to stop? I was to scared to try it again, suppose I couldn't start it again! That fear remains with me to this day, and I always keep my watch on me, should anything happen.

Nikolaj Pallesen. 3.d  (2009)

1.- Jeppe Ankjær Nielsen	2.- Malene Hein
3.- Niels Christian	4.- Nikolaj Pallesen.