Tuesday, 6 November 2018

Collaborative learning project Reut School of the Arts - Haifa, Israel and'English Square' - private English school in Kanazawa, Japan November 2018.

Collaborative project between Reut School of the Arts in Haifa, Israel and'English Square' - private English school in Kanazawa, Japan November 2018.


     
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12th December 2018
In our class today most of the students were on a field trip so we decided to sing you a song:

The song that we are singing is called 'IMAGINE' by John Lenon (here is a link to the youtube of the song and the neautiful lyrics: IMAGINE / IMAGINE LYRICS) and as you see we are not professional but it was a good way to spend an English lesson
6th December 2018: This week 
we are celebrating the festival of Hanukkah

The Story of Hanukkah

The
 Hanukkah holiday is an old one. It honors the struggle of ancient Jews to restore the Temple of Jerusalem.


Long
 ago, Judea was ruled by the Syrian king Antiochus, who said that Jews should give up worshipping Yahweh and worship the Greek gods instead.
The Jews didn't like this. They refused to abandon Yahweh. They decided to do something about it.
A man named Judah Maccabee got a group of people together to fight back. These people got more people to join, and they soon had an army.
They fought back. For three years, the Jews battled the Syrians for control of Judea. Finally, the Jews won.
They cleaned the Temple of Jerusalem, removing all Greek symbols and restoring the Jewish symbols. The job was finished on the 25th day of the month of Kislev. This is the day Hanukkah is celebrated. The day varies in the Western calendar.
To help celebrate, Judah and his followers lit an oil lamp. The supply of oil was very low, but this lamp stayed lit for eight days.
To honor this extraordinary event, Jews today celebrate the Eight Days of Hanukkah and call it the "Festival of Lights." They light a special eight-candle device called a menorah.
People today give each other gifts, make special foods, have special dinners, and remember their ancestors, who fought to take their temple back.



Or keren and Leon
Airi Aoyama
Ori Lapid and Yoav Harari
Hanako Seki
Noam Horev and Shir Bar-Hen
Moe Miyamukai
Yuli Rubinstein and Yael Komornik
Moka Fuchimoto
Naomi Turner and Zoe Bahalul
Ryosei Nakatani
Neta Bagg Baram, Noga Katz, Sasha Osher
Shinnosuke Nishimura
Noam Rodoy and Adi Schiller
Yuka Tagawa
Daniel Tommer and Shai Lev
Mako Ieshita
Yael Menahem and Maor moshe
Minako Fujii
Doron Cory and Noam Benush
Rihito Yoneda
Paz Franco and Gali Brihand
Sai Koide
Adi Schwarz with Abigail Oshrin
Shiori Ishiguro
Segev Khalfa and Omer Levin
Yuka Mochizuki
Or Carmon and Nimrod Vigoda
Team leaders
Nikol / Carmel

Monday, 5 November 2018

The Story About a Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God Etgar Keret


The Story About a Bus Driver Who Wanted to Be God                  Etgar Keret

This is the story about a bus driver who would never open the door of the bus for people who were late. 
Not for anyone. 
Not for repressed high-school kids who'd run alongside the bus and stare at it longingly, and certainly not for high-strung people in windbreakers who'd bang on the door as if they were actually on time and it was the driver who was out of line, and not even for little old ladies with brown paper bags full of groceries who struggled to flag him down with trembling hands. 
And it wasn't because he was mean that he didn't open the door, because this driver didn't have a mean bone in his body; it was a matter of ideology. 
The driver's ideology said that if, say, the delay that was caused by opening the door for someone who came late was just under thirty seconds, and if not opening the door meant that this person would wind up losing fifteen minutes of his life, it would still be more fair to society to not open the door, because the thirty seconds would be lost by every single passenger on the bus. 
And if there were, say, sixty people on the bus who hadn't done anything wrong, and had all arrived at the bus stop on time, then together they'd be losing half an hour, which is double fifteen minutes. 
This was the only reason why he'd never open the door. He knew that the passengers hadn't the slightest idea what his reason was, and that the people running after the bus and signaling him to stop had no idea either. He also knew that most of them thought he was just an SOB, and that personally it would have been much easier for him to let them on, and receive their smiles and thanks.
Except that when it came to choosing between smiles and thanks, on the one hand, and the good of society, on the other, this driver knew what it had to be. 
The person who should have suffered the most from the driver's ideology was named Eddie, but unlike the other people in this story, he wouldn't even try to run for the bus; that's how lazy and wasted he was. 
Now, Eddie was assistant cook at a restaurant called the Steakaway, which was the best pun that the stupid owner of the place could come up with. The food there was nothing to write home about, but Eddie himself was a really nice guy - so nice that sometimes, when something he made didn't come out too great, he'd serve it to the table himself and apologize. 
It was during one of these apologies that he met Happiness, or at least a shot at Happiness, in the form of a girl who was so sweet that she tried to finish the entire portion of roast beef that he brought her, just so he wouldn't feel bad. And this girl didn't want to tell him her name or give him her phone number, but she was sweet enough to agree to meet him the next day at five at a spot they decided on together – at the Dolphinarium, to be exact.
Now Eddie had this condition-one that had already caused him to miss out on all sorts of things in life. It wasn't one of those conditions where your adenoids get all swollen or anything like that, but still, it had already caused him a lot of damage. This sickness always made him oversleep by ten minutes, and no alarm clock did any good. That was why he was invariably late for work at the Steakaway - that and our bus driver, the one who always chose the good of society over positive reinforcements on the individual level.
Except that this time, since Happiness was at stake, Eddie decided to beat the condition, and instead of taking an afternoon nap he stayed awake and watched television. Just to be on the safe side, he even lined up not one but three alarm clocks and ordered a wake-up call to boot.
But, this sickness was incurable, and Eddie fell asleep like a baby, watching the kiddie channel. He woke up in a sweat to the screeching of a trillion million alarm clocks – 10 minutes too late - rushed out of the house without stopping to change, and ran toward the bus stop. He barely remembered how to run anymore, and his feet fumbled a bit every time they left the sidewalk. 
The last time he ran was before he discovered that he could cut gym class, which was about in the sixth grade, except that unlike in those gym classes, this time he ran like crazy, because now he had something to lose, and all the pains in his chest and his Lucky Strike wheezing weren't going to get in the way of his pursuit of Happiness. 
Nothing was going to get in his way except our bus driver, who had just closed the door and was beginning to pull away.
The driver saw Eddie in the rearview mirror, but as we've already explained, he had an ideology-a well-reasoned ideology that, more than anything, relied on a love of justice and on simple arithmetic. Except that Eddie didn't care about the driver's arithmetic. For the first time in his life, he really wanted to get somewhere on time. And that's why he went right on chasing the bus, even though he didn't have a chance.
Suddenly, Eddie's luck turned, but only halfway: one hundred yards past the bus stop there was a traffic light. And, just a second before the bus reached it, the traffic light turned red. Eddie managed to catch up with the bus and drag himself all the way to the driver's door. He didn't even bang on the glass, he was so weak. He just looked at the driver with moist eyes and fell to his knees, panting and wheezing. And this reminded the driver of something-something from out of the past, from a time even before he wanted to become a bus driver, when he still wanted to become God. 
It was kind of a sad memory because the driver didn't become God in the end, but it was a happy one too, because he became a bus driver, which was his second choice. 
And suddenly the driver remembered how he once promised himself that if he became God in the end, He'd be merciful and kind and would listen to all His creatures. 
So when he saw Eddie from way up in his driver's seat, kneeling on the asphalt, he simply couldn't go through with it, and in spite of all his ideology and his simple arithmetic he opened the door, and Eddie got on-and didn't even say thank you, he was so out of breath.
The best thing would be to stop reading here, because even though Eddie did get to the Dolphinarium on time, Happiness couldn't come, because Happiness already had a boyfriend. It's just that she was so sweet that she couldn't bring herself to tell Eddie, so she preferred to stand him up. 
Eddie waited for her, on the bench they'd agreed on, for almost two hours. While he sat there he kept thinking all sorts of depressing thoughts about life, and while he was at it he watched the sunset, which was a pretty good one, and thought about how charley-horsed he was going to be later on. 
On his way back, when he was really desperate to get home, he saw his bus in the distance, pulling in at the bus stop and letting off passengers, and he knew that even if he'd had the strength to run, he'd never catch up with it anyway. 
So he just kept on walking slowly, feeling about a million tired muscles with every step, and when he finally reached the bus stop, he saw that the bus was still there, waiting for him. And even though the passengers were shouting and grumbling to get a move on, the driver waited for Eddie, and he didn't touch the accelerator till Eddie was seated. 
And when they started moving, he looked in the rearview mirror and gave Eddie a sad wink, which somehow made the whole thing almost bearable.
Howard reading the story