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OKRESNÉ KOLO OLYMPIÁDY V ANGLICKOM JAZYKU

Vo štvrtok, dňa 14.januára 2016 sa na našej škole uskutočnilo okresné kolo olympiády v anglickom jazyku. Súťaže sa zúčastnilo 18 študentov z celého okresu, ktorí súťažili v štyroch kategóriách. Naša škola mala zastúpenie v troch z nich a naši žiaci sa umiestili nasledovne:
v kategórii 2A zvíťazila Mária Ďuríčková z 2.E; v kategórii 2B študent Maroš Krchňák zo 4.A sa umiestnil na 2.mieste a v kategórii anglofónnych študentov 2C2 zvíťazil Dávid Lukáč z 3.C.
Víťazom držíme palce v krajskom kole, ktoré sa uskutoční dňa 10.februára 2016 v Trenčíne.

Patrik Baranec Memorial ”Short” Story Competition

Dňa 25. októbra 2017 sa na našej škole uskutočnil prvý ročník súťaže v písaní príbehov Patrik Baranec Memorial ”Short” Story Competition. Vyučujúce anglického jazyka práce posúdili a 22. novembra sa všetci zúčastnení stretli v klubovni, aby si vypočuli výsledky. Diplomy a ceny si najúspešnejší prevzali z rúk poroty a mamy Patrika Baranca. Žiaci sa umiestnili nasledovne:
1. Mária Drabantová (III.C)
2. Inés Mária Švajlenková (III.F)
3. Adam Kršiak (III.F)
Úprimne blahoželáme a ďakujeme za účasť.
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A Mouse in the Pudding

Nancy hated waiting rooms. They made her feel sick, even sicker than she had been before. But what she hated most, were the people – all those horribly annoying people waiting there, talking about their stereotypical, absolutely boring, lives. No one cared about them, especially Nancy who was just sitting there, immersed in a book she had read at least ten times, yet she kept it and read it every time she fell into a reading ‘slump’.

That book, even though it was rather old and with a broken spine, made her fell alive, made her hopeful, which wasn’t common, not to Nancy, at least. She didn’t like visiting the clinic. She was putting it off as long as she could. When the headache became too strong for her liking, she had no choice but to go there.

She wasn’t scared of doctors, dear reader. Nancy never fainted, never screamed, and never freaked out. She just simply didn’t enjoy being around people and at the clinic, there were hundreds of them. So you can imagine how she felt in the room where at least six people, with all kinds of illnesses, were waiting.

While she was thinking about unimportant things – and she was doing it a lot, a tall and a bit plump man entered the room. The room fell quiet, all eyes were on him analysing his peculiar appearance. He didn’t say, actually, anything. He just sat and didn’t even acknowledge their presence.

Suddenly, a girl, most likely a teenager, with auburn hair said, ‘Hello!’ A man who now looked older seemed surprised, perhaps shocked.

‘He is really big-headed,’ thought Nancy peering up from her book.

‘Well, hi,’ he answered sharply looking at the girl whose name was Katherine.

Nancy had been waiting there for some time and so she knew almost everything about everyone. Another reason why waiting rooms were nightmarish to her.

‘What’s your name? You know, we all know each other’s names by now. Hah, waiting rooms!’ she giggled a little bit.

God, she was so annoying! Nancy couldn’t stand her! Her gossips, instant jokes and her laugh, fake and totally unpleasant, was the worst of all.

‘Well … I’m Leonardo. I’m actually a cook…,’he said and by his tone you could say how uncomfortable he was really feeling.

Nancy, a woman with short messy hair and vintage glasses that suited her face perfectly, had no interest in listening to another story. Yet she did listen. God knows why.

‘A cook? That sounds lovely!’ Katherine shouted, her voice painful to be listened to.

‘Oh, God! Can’t you just shut up?’ yelled Nancy turning red from anger, her hands shaking from embarrassment.

‘What’s your problem?’ asked Kathrine, showing confused expression on her face.

And that was the moment when Nancy stopped the life around her (just a metaphor) and thought and thought some more. Because she had no idea what her problem was.

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered, her lips hardly moving.

For a few minutes, the room remained quiet. You could just hear beeping of various machines and coughing of patients.

‘Why? That’s fine. As I said, I’m a cook, or I used to be. Who knows what the future will bring. Anyway, yes, I am the best cook I know. I have always been the best, I have to say, always the most talented man, and therefore successful,’ was what Leonardo said. He was big-headed and rightly so.

It was true that he owned a beautiful restaurant here in Seattle, but was this really necessary? I guess it wasn’t. Nancy had the same opinion and I am confident enough to say that everyone thought exactly the same thing as I do. When he got no reaction and the silence begun to be awkward, he continued, ‘But something horrible has happened and it was just yesterday! My perfect restaurant was closed, because a stupid idiot found a mouse in that pudding! Can you believe it? I am so desperate, my restaurant was the only thing I had, the only source of my inner happiness!’

‘Is that so?’ Nancy asked and barely looked at him. He was a disgusting, egoistic and mad human.

‘What do you mean? That restaurant was like my child and now…,’ Leonardo started sobbing, and let me tell you, it looked strange indeed. His tears were full of hope, desire, passion and undoubtedly of great grief.

Nancy realized she was jealous. Yes, she literally envied him! Even though he was selfish and egoistic and his personality was kind of repulsive, he loved his job. He adored it with every fibre of his being, it was his love, his passion. If Nancy got fired from her repetitive job, she would be honestly grateful.

She was pretty much aware she wasn’t satisfied with her life, but just then, when Leonardo cried his eyes out because of losing his job, made her understand. She stood up, took her light jacket and looked carefully at all people sitting on their seats. They must have been confused, it’s possible even scared, because Nancy looked crazy, crazier than ever.

‘Farewell,’ she simply said and opened the door, not knowing what’s about to happen.

In two minutes time, she was standing next to the clinic, smiling, even though it was pouring and she didn’t have an umbrella. Was it a problem? Not at all. Nancy didn’t care. She wanted to have a life in which waking up in the morning wouldn’t be suffering, in which she would feel a kind of calm feeling inside of her. She didn’t have friends nor family. She couldn’t stand her job in the office. She didn’t feel joy or happiness. Nancy dreamed of many things. She was dying to travel finally, to learn Chinese and, most importantly, her biggest dream was to be a writer. To write books that would touch someone’s soul, to write and write until she would have nothing in her mind.

And here she was: unhappy and grumpy, shouting at strangers, unable to sleep at nights.

But that day she understood that she wanted to be like that cook, well, in some ways. She desired to be passionate to fly with her new colourful wings.

Nancy was running down the street, soaked to the skin by heavy rain that made her heart beat stronger, her laugh made louder.

She was all wet and cold yet she had never seemed happier. I’m not exaggerating.

Nancy was blooming with freedom in her soul and believe it or not, she didn’t have a headache anymore.

Mária Drabantová

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