Semana 1 (Del 20 al 24 de abril) Inglés – Speaking – Lectura crítica – Grado 11

Activity 1 A (Lectura Crítica – Speaking)

1. Escucha y lee el texto

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy–chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT–POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat–pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit–hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit–hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book–shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

‘Well!’ thought Alice to herself, ‘after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!’ (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! ‘I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time?’ she said aloud. ‘I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—’ (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) ‘—yes, that’s about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?’ (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall fall right THROUGH the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think—’ (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word) ‘—but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?’ (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy CURTSEYING as you’re falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.’

Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. ‘Dinah’ll miss me very much to–night, I should think!’ (Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at tea–time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?’ And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, ‘Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?’ and sometimes, ‘Do bats eat cats?’ for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, ‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?’ when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.

Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, ‘Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!’ She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three–legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat–hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; ‘and even if my head would go through,’ thought poor Alice, ‘it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.’ For, you see, so many out–of–the–way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (‘which certainly was not here before,’ said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words ‘DRINK ME’ beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say ‘Drink me,’ but the wise little Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. ‘No, I’ll look first,’ she said, ‘and see whether it’s marked «poison» or not’; for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red–hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison,’ it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.

However, this bottle was NOT marked ‘poison,’ so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry–tart, custard, pine–apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.

‘What a curious feeling!’ said Alice; ‘I must be shutting up like a telescope.’

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; ‘for it might end, you know,’ said Alice to herself, ‘in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.

‘Come, there’s no use in crying like that!’ said Alice to herself, rather sharply; ‘I advise you to leave off this minute!’ She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. ‘But it’s no use now,’ thought poor Alice, ‘to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable person!’

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words ‘EAT ME’ were beautifully marked in currants. ‘Well, I’ll eat it,’ said Alice, ‘and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’t care which happens!’

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out–of–the–way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.

Activity 1 B (Lectura Crítica – Speaking)

En un párrafo, en Inglés, expresa tu opinión y envíasela a tu profesor con la siguiente información en el asunto: GRADO 11 – NOMBRE COMPLETO – SEMANA 1 – ACTIVIDAD 1B

Activity 1 C (Lectura Crítica – Speaking)

Graba un audio de 30 a 40 segundos donde contestes las preguntas que se relacionan con las tres imágenes envíasela a tu profesor con la siguiente información en el asunto: GRADO 11 – NOMBRE COMPLETO – SEMANA 1 – ACTIVIDAD 1C

Activity 2 (Inglés)

Completa las actividades 7 y 8 y envíasela a tu profesor con la siguiente información en el asunto: GRADO 11 – NOMBRE COMPLETO – SEMANA 1 – ACTIVIDAD 2

Criterios de evaluación

Entrega oportuna

Actividades completas. Fecha límite de entrega Abril 24 (Medio día) Al WhatsApp InglésJC

Semana 1B (Del 27 al 30 de abril) Inglés – Speaking – Lectura crítica – Grado 11

Activity 1

Realice la siguiente Lectura

A One-Time Rebel of Colombia’s War Seeks Her Place in Peacetime

María Alexandra Marín says she joined the leftist FARC guerrillas at age 15 to escape machismo. Adjusting to civilian life has not been easy.

BOGOTÁ, Colombia — María Alexandra Marín lives with her cat Marx and two dogs in a small apartment in a working-class neighborhood in Colombia’s capital, Bogotá. She has an enviable view of the Andes, a breeze in the evening and a patio from which she photographs the moon. She recently adopted a new kitten.

But this quiet life hides a larger turmoil.

Ms. Marín, 29, known to many by her battle alias, Paula, is one of thousands of former fighters with the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, or FARC, who retired to civilian life following a 2016 peace accord that was heralded as the end of the longest-running conflict in the Americas. For his work on the deal, then-President Juan Manuel Santos was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

But almost four years later, that deal is threatened. Hundreds, if not thousands, of fighters have returned to the mountains, soured on civilian life or angry that the government has not delivered on promised roads, schools and electricity. Most of the underlying problems that sparked the FARC’s leftist revolution, namely Colombia’s stark inequality, continue. About 200 former fighters have been killed since the accord was signed, apparently in retribution for their years waging war.

More than 200,000 people died during the conflict, more than 30,000 at the hands of leftist organizations like the FARC, and another 90,000 at the hands of rival paramilitary groups.

And Ms. Marín, like many ex-militants pushing their way through civilian life, remains in a social and political third space, living between war and peace, between her identity as a fighter and this new person she is trying to craft.

At home, she lives surrounded by photographs of her dead comrades. “We called her Flash,” she said one chilly night, pointing toward a small portrait arranged carefully on a wall with 27 others. “This is La Pilosa,” she went on. “That’s Torrijos.”

In her bedroom sits a rucksack packed with her T-shirts and tarpaulins, as if she is ready to return to war tomorrow.

On the wall in the living room hangs a painting given to her by a top commander, Jesús Santrich. “For my precious Paula,” it reads, “with deep love and hope. Dec. 31, 2017.”

Last year, Mr. Santrich was among the most prominent FARC members to return to battle.

“It was a necessity,” Ms. Marín said of the 2016 peace deal. “Because the war lasted 50 years, and we were just killing the same people as always. And because we realized that with bullets we were not going to solve anything.”

But now she is not sure how long the deal will last — or how she will endure as a civilian.

Ms. Marín was born in the city of Tuluá, in western Colombia, outside of Cali. Her mother, a homemaker, gave birth to seven children. Ms. Marín was the youngest and the only girl. Her father owned a fruit market.

As a child she wanted to be a police officer, attracted to power. “It was that idea of authority,” she said. At age 8, the government raided her home, she said, having discovered that her older brother was involved with the FARC.

The family fled, first to a farm and later to a small town, and spent the next few years evading the police, the military and paramilitary groups. She began to think of the FARC as “the good ones,” following a childhood in which she’d always viewed them as “the bad ones.”

By age 12 her relationship with her father had collapsed. He was domineering and abusive, and she was defiant and outspoken. “In my house you would do what my father said, because he was the authority,” she said. For three years Ms. Marín did not speak to him.

At age 15, nearing high school graduation, she saw three possible futures for herself: life with a man like her father, life with drugs or life with the guerrillas.

She chose the rebels. Looking back, she said, it was without a doubt a feminist flight.

She found a job during the Christmas season, and on payday took her salary and went to stay with a brother. Shortly after, a well-known FARC leader came to town and she left with him to join the guerrillas, where she knew that women were commanders and carried guns.

She took her boots, four sweaters, a toothbrush and skin cream and left her family photographs behind.

“It was an escape from machismo and maltreatment,” she said. “And today, years later, I have to say, it was the best decision that I could have made as a woman.”

She never again saw her mother, who died within a year, of a heart attack.

Camped out in southern Colombia, Ms. Marín settled into a routine of study, training and combat. She began to more fully embrace FARC ideology.

“It was more of a vision that Colombia could live better, that it wasn’t right that in Colombia, with so much richness, with so many resources, to survive there were people who went to bed without eating.” “We all believed,” she said, “that we would take power.”

To accomplish this, the FARC not only engaged in combat, but committed kidnappings and trafficked drugs.

In the early 2000s, the government began flooding the south with soldiers, and Ms. Marín eventually became a paramedic, treating fighters just feet from the front lines.

Her commander at the time, Eloisa Rivera Rojas, alias Liliana, recalled that this involved living “in the middle of life and death.”

Activity 2

En el texto aparece la siguiente frase: She chose the rebels.

Grabe su voz en audio, con una duración de 10 a 30 segundos (máximo) donde explique (en inglés) que quiere decir LA AUTORA DEL TEXTO con la frase: She chose the rebels.  

Al audio colocoquele el siguiente titulo.


Criterios de evaluación

Entrega oportuna

Actividad completa.

Fecha límite de entrega mayo 04 (Medio día) Al WhatsApp InglésJC

Tomado de: (Recuperado en abril 24 de 2020 )

Semana 1D (Del 11 al 14 de mayo) Inglés – Speaking – Lectura Crítica – Grado 11

Actividad 1.

Haga un “Mapa Conceptual” (Según el modelo) en su cuaderno con las siguientes palabras :

Actividad 2

Grabe un audio en Inglés donde exprese su opinión con respecto a alguno de los problemas del entorno donde vive. Trate de usar el vocabulario de la “Actividad 1”

Grabe un audio en Inglés donde exprese su opinión con respecto a alguno de los problemas del entorno donde vive. Trate de usar el vocabulario de la “Actividad 1”

Criterios de evaluación

Entrega oportuna

Actividad completa.

Fecha límite de entrega mayo 14 (Medio día) Al WhatsApp InglésJC

Semana 2 (Del 18 al 22 de mayo) Inglés – Speaking – Lectura Crítica – Grado 11


Del texto que se le asigno, haga un resumen de UN SOLO PÁRRAFO

Criterios de evaluación

Entrega oportuna

Actividad completa.

Fecha límite de entrega mayo 26 (Medio día) Al WhatsApp InglésJC

Semana 3 (Del 26 al 29 de mayo) Inglés – Speaking – Lectura Crítica – Grado 11


Criterios de evaluación

Entrega oportuna

Actividad completa.

Fecha de entrega mayo 29 en clase