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Self-Access Study and Cooperative Foreign Language Learning through Computers
Prof. Dra. Mariangela BRAGA NORTE
Universidade Estadual Paulista
The purpose of this paper is to show the importance of extra-class study and self instruction in Foreign Language Learning (FLL), especially with the use of computers. Learning is an individual act and the teachers know that the ideal language student is the one that is responsible for his/her self-learning. This research presents two experiences of learning with the computer. The first part deals with autonomous learning and the use of CD-Roms and other software. The second part points out the use of e-mail with the objective of developing comprehension, writing and the amplification of cultural exchange in a cooperative study paradigm. The study followed a qualitative methodology. Data were gathered using the following procedures: interviews with the students involved in the process, students’ diaries, students’ self evaluation sheets, dialogues and teachers’ observation. Results indicate the relevance of the use of computer/internet as a way of improving FL teaching and learning.
Dark as to thee my deeds may seem- My memory now is but the tomb Of joys long dead-my hope-their doom- Though better to have died with those Than bear a life of lingering woes-
I do not ask him not to mourn, Such cold request might sound like scorn; And what than friendship's manly tear May better grace a brother's bier? But bear this ring-his own of old- And tell him-what thou dost behold! The withered frame, the ruined mind, The wrack by passion left behind- A shrivelled scroll, a scatter'd leaf Sear'd by the autumn blast of grief!
'Such is my name, and such my tale, Confessor-to thy secret ear, I breathe the sorrows I bewail, And thank thee for the general tear This glazing eye could never shed. Then lay me with the humblest dead, And save the cross above my head, Be neither name nor emblem spread By prying stranger to be read, Or stay the passing pilgrim's tread.' He pass'd-nor of his name and race Hath left a token or a trace, Save what the father must not say Who shrived him on his dying day; This broken tale was all we knew Of her he lov'd, or him he slew.
I see someone cry I hear another scream Just to try make you really see What still isn’t lost But it’s totally distorted
Stop to think About all you made believe Nothing can be Exactly the way you always wish
You can make a choice between Enslave someone or forgive him The evil exists only in you The hell is only our new Creation!
P.s.: The excerpt above was written in 2007, during an English Language Course I did in Itajuba. Actually, it's not a poem but a song... The idea was to play a song from any artist, but I decided to write my own song.
Unfortunately, there was no opportunity to perform it...
I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapour, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop, Upon the quiet mountain-top, Steals drowsily and musically Into the universal valley. The rosemary nods upon the grave; The lily lolls upon the wave; Wrapping the mist about its breast, The ruin moulders into rest; Looking like Lethe, see, the lake A conscious slumber seems to take, And would not for the world awake. All beauty sleeps! — and, lo! where lies With casement open to the skies Irene with her destinies!
O, lady bright, can it be right, This lattice open to the night? The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber, in and out, And wave the curtain-canopy So fitfully, so fearfully, Above the closed and fringéd lid 'Neath which thy slumbering soul lies hid, That o'er the floor and down the wall, Like ghosts, the shadows rise and fall. O, lady dear, hast thou no fear? Why and what art thou dreaming here? Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas, A wonder to these garden-trees! Strange is thy pallor — strange thy dress — Strange thy glorious length of tress, And this all-solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps. O, may her sleep, Which is enduring, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! This bed, being changed for one more holy, This room for one more melancholy, I pray to GOD that she may lie Forever with uncloséd eye! My love, she sleeps. O, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep! Heaven have her in its sacred keep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall tomb unfold — Some tomb that oft hath flung its black And wing-like pannels, fluttering back, Triumphant o'er the crested palls Of her grand family funerals, — Some sepulchre, remote, alone, Against whose portal she hath thrown, In childhood, many an idle stone, — Some vault from out whose sounding door She ne'er shall force an echo more, Nor thrill to think, poor child of sin, It was the dead who groan'd within.
There are some qualities -- some incorporate things --
That have a double life -- life aptly made
The type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light -- evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence -- sea and shore --
Body and soul. One dwells in desert places
Newly with grass oergrown. Some solemn graces,
Some human memories (a tearful lore) Render him terrorless -- his name's "No More".
He is the corporate Silence -- dread him not.
No power hath he of evil in himself.
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow -- (nameless elf,
Who haunteth the dim regions where hath trod No foot of man) -- commend thyself to God!
There are some things in our lives that we cannot see or understand very well... Some of us think they can... Poor blind people, don't you know the life is more than your expensive clothes or your ignorant opinion about what you don't understand yet? for those blind people, I have to say: being an angel in the dark is like live in the other side of world... deeper than the light that blind your eyes...
ANGEL IN THE DARK
A dream so real it takes her back She's falling into her own past The present has gone forever Now she rest upon her bed And then she cries... and then she feels... she feels so sad
Lost in memories she tries to fade away but fails The darkness overrules the sky She keeps on screaming: "tell me why!"
When will the light take over these dark days? And will she ever wake and know it is all a lie?
Her eyes are closing slowly The pain increases everyday She wanted to fight, but walked away And now there's nothing left to say
She used to live, she used to give She always enjoyed life the way it was meant But clouds they came and played their game Casting a spell, so she'd fade away
But will she stand up to fight and protect her life? Be what she wanted to be: An angel in the dark!
Her dreams are taking over, the puzzle remains a mystery But she ought to know by now It's just imaginary...
[You hold the answers deep within your own mind Consciously you've forgotten it That's the way the human mind works Whenever something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain, We reject it, we erase it from our memory But the imprint is always there]
Can't wash it all away Can't wish it all away Can't hope it all away Can't cry it all away
The pain that grips you, the fear that binds you Releases life in me In our mutual shame, we hide our eyes [idolize] to blind them from the truth That finds a way from who we are Please don't be afraid when the darkness fades away The dawn will break the silence screaming in our hearts My love for you still grows, this I do for you For I've tried to find the truth, my final time
[We're supposed to try to be real And when you feel alone, you're not together And that's real]
Can't wash it all away Can't wish it all away Can't cry it all away Can't scratch it all
Lying beside you, listening to you breathe The life that flows inside of you burns inside of me Hold and speak to me of love without a sound Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you Cast me not away, say you'll be with me For I know I cannot bear it all alone
[You're not alone, honey Never, never]
Can't fight it all away Can't hope it all away Can't scream it all away It just won't fade away
Can't wash it all away Can't wish it all away Can't throw it all away Can't scratch it all away
Can't fight it all away Can't hope it all away Can't scream it all away Ohh, it all away Ohh, it all away
[But the imprint is always there Nothing is ever really forgotten]
Because I'm dying too... I'm dying too... I'm dying too...