A Poem for Juan

Students in the EC Miami Advanced/TOEFL class took a break from their intensive exam preparation to work together and write a poem for Juan. They presented it to their fantastic teacher on World Teachers’ Day and actually recited it to him as a group, but we thought we would share it with all of you too. Roses are red, Violets are blue, It’s always fun to spend time with you. Daises are yellow, The grass is green, Talking about war and morals – is not as easy as it seems. Serious topics, You say you’re not funny, You manage them well- so your class is like honey. Ocean’s azure, Sand is white, Again too much homework- “Thus” I can’t go out tonight. Flamingoes are pink, Miami’s sky is clear, Too hot for football- Let’s go have a beer! -Best Wishes from your students We promise that the students in Juan’s class do their exam preparation too, but this was a fun day to try something a little different and work on rhyming sounds and pronunciation. Plus, now we know some interesting things about Juan’s TOEFL class!

EC Miami Student Poetry

Our Advanced students at EC Miami are poets and they don’t even know it! Edwin taught the Advanced class about poetry during a class this week. The students were asked to write poems using the 5 senses (smell, taste, sound, touch, hear). The activity was not only creative but also a good opportunity to work on changing between different parts of speech. For example, they learned how to change the words from adjectives to nouns to verbs (i.e. happy, happiness, to be happy). Let’s read some of their work and applaud their creativity! Hope by Ludmilla from Germany Hope is bright and colourful It smells like the first flowers in the spring It tastes like a home-made cake It sounds like laughing with friends It feels like coming home It lives in every loving heart Pride by Rosaria from Venezuela Pride is bright It smells like a new car It tastes like victory It sounds like people clapping It feels like doing everything right. Violence by Volker from Germany It smells like prison It tastes like fresh warm blood, It sounds like painful shouting It feels like there is no other way out