Didattica Scuola Primaria

  A chocolate school One day the Minister of Education changed the structure and the organisation of elementary schools. That night he declared on the news: “Let’s be done with this school where kids have to study for hours on end, do homework and never have fun. From now on school will be fun. All classrooms will be full of toys, and lots of candy: chocolate, sweets and lots of Coke. The teachers will have to organize parties and games, and lots of fun trips. They will play films and educational cartoons. This way, kids will love school and will study more as a consequence: it is so simple.”  The news travelled the world and everybody praised this incredible initiative. Kids were happy and were already excited about the change. The only one who was angry was the Minister of Economy. He thought to himself: “How are we going to pay for all those toys, all those sweets, poor me!” The happiest of all were bakers, the toy and the cinema industries. The long awaited first day

 A not-so-clever fox A hungry fox, in the middle of the night, went to a henhouse to fill his stomach with a big hen. He managed to sneak in through a hole in the fence. The hens were asleep, but the rooster had one eye and one ear open and understood what was happening. He jumped up and placed himself on the highest point of the henhouse. When the wolf entered, the rooster seized it with a jump, and made it flee with a few sharp pecks. The hens were saved and the fox had to go to the vet to have its wounds taken care of. Brief synopsis: Once upon a time a very hungry fox decided to get into a henhouse. The hens were asleep because the rooster was watching over them. Indeed when the rooster saw the fox, it jumped on its back causing it to flee and run to the vet. Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prints

One step away from the coast Far-away lights appear in the deep darkness of the sky and the sea; here we are, we are almost there. Time gives rhythm to the boat: slowly it looks for the north. All of a sudden a big fire brightens our faces, but this warmth brings no livelihood: it is only another demon, taking all hope away. In the dark waters, when everything seems to have reached its end, a big strong hand pulls me back to the surface. I don’t manage to meet his gaze and I dream, I dream of landing on a peaceful island where my wounds can scar, and start again. The sun’s warmth wakes me up and gives me strength. I walk on the whitest of beaches, stroked by a quiet sea, intensely blue. But soon it becomes grey, like the cold clouds that are now invading the sea. I wish for a blanket where I can find shelter, and I see an infinite number of them next to the coast, but now, those blankets, can’t warm me up anymore. Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar

  November 2 nd So many flowers of so many colours: white, yellow, pink, purple, blue like the sky, in this unusual November day. The rays of the pallid sun are warm today; every now and then they appear to warm us, while the tall cypresses watch over passers-by: with slow steps, in a long file, they are going to meet their loved ones. The fading pattern of the marble is covered by solemn golden streaks. In a corner, there are a few crosses without names, of simple cheap wood, without flowers to adorn them. Only the children run around them, playing hide and seek, running to their hiding place. Now this place becomes a colourful garden, it fills with scents and chatter, and every once in a while a tear wets the ground, and through the grey clouds a simple prayer flies.   Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prinks

In bed with a fever Soon it will be Christmas, and Giulia has a bad fever. She is very cold but her mum keeps saying that she is warm, too warm. The child is upset, as she will not be getting up tomorrow nor opening her presents. It is midnight when she finally manages to fall asleep. In her dream, Santa Claus appears, with a big belly and a big beard. He has no presents with him but he is holding a plump baby. The baby looks at her and smiles. She wakes up quite early and her fever is gone: she is very happy. Somebody is watching her: “Mum, I have wanted to tell you for a long time, I’d like to have a little brother”. The face comes closer until it strokes her ear, and now a voice whispers: “He is here with us, you can’t see him because he is inside me.” Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prints

The best posts from this site for Mathematics exercises, II grade of elementary school – 18-05-2014 Here are the links to the posts that have received the most consensus from readers, for posts about Mathematics for the II grade: Multiplications with the use of alignment Flow Chart Getting to ten in stages Subtractions in column with the abacus, with and without change Decreasing order, ascending order One example of exercise: Wednesday 14/10/2009 – Ascending and decreasing ordering With ascending ordering, the numbers are written from the lowest to the highest. With decreasing ordering, the numbers are written from the highest to the lowest. Write the numbers from 50 to 0, i.e. with decreasing ordering. Un esempio di lavoro: Mercoledì  1 4 ottobre 2009 Ordine crescente, ordine decrescente. Nell' ordine crescente  i numeri vengono scritti dal  minore al maggiore . Nell' ordine decrescente  i numeri vengono scritti dal 

 Holiday homework for III grade, elementary school. The Adventures of Pokonaso, Chapter 4 Questions: Why does Babbo not like taking Pokonaso with him when he goes fishing? Why does Babbo, after seeing the wood that Pokonaso brought, run home? How does Pokonaso’s family save itself? Who are the Nasastri? Who does Pokonaso believe are the men who are walking in long file? Who are they really? Who captures Pokonaso? How does Okkibuffi liberate him? Answers: Babbo doesn’t like taking Pokonaso with him when he goes fishing because the child has some strange ideas about fishing, for example shouting and throwing stones in the water so as to scare all fish in a mile radius. After seeing the wood that Pokonaso brought, Babbo runs home because he is afraid that the Nasastri are in the vicinity. Pokonaso’s family is able to save itself because Babbo uses some big stones to close the entrance to the cave while the mother, with a

Brilla nell'aria   Primavera d'intorno. Brilla nell'aria  e per li campi esulta,  si' ch'a mirarla intenerisce il core odi greggi belar, muggire armenti e gli altri augelli contenti a gara insieme, per lo libero ciel  fan mille giri, pur festeggiando il lor tempo migliore. Giacomo Leopardi Spring poetry: “Brilla nell’aria” by Giacomo Leopardi  Prose version of the poem: Spring brightens the sky, and it is as if the fields exulted at its coming. At its passage, the heart fills with emotions and you listen to the sheep bleating with joy, the cows mooing; the birds happily circle the sky and, like a joyful race, fly free, celebrating the best season of their life. Prosa della poesia La primavera illumina il cielo ed è come se i campi esultassero al suo incedere. Al suo passaggio il cuore si riempie d'emozioni e ascolti le pecorelle che belano dalla gioia, i muggiti delle mucche; gli uccelli felici ruotano nel cielo e, come in una gara della g

The Adventures of Pokonaso Chapter 5 Questions: Pokonaso walks on ice without fear until Okkibuffi arrives; what happens then? Mummy and Daddy are expecting someone important for dinner. Who is it? What was the name of Kapokapo’s mammut? What was Ponzamut’s flaw? Why did Kapokapo’s tribe have to emigrate? Ponzamut took a break to think about the snow, but what happened to him? Who is Pokonaso hoping to meet during their hunting session? Answers: Pokonaso walks on ice without danger until Okkibuffi arrives and the ice breaks because of the mammut’s excessive weight. Mummy and Daddy are expecting Kapokapo for dinner, the man who rules all the people of the land. Kapokapo’s mammut was called Ponzamut. Ponzamut’s flaw was that he thought too much. Kapokapo’s tribe had to emigrate because of the decrease in the number of moose. His fur caught fire, causing him to have to move to stop the flames. Pokonaso is hoping

L'anno nuovo Indovinami, indovino,  tu che leggi nel destino:  l’anno nuovo come sarà?  Bello, brutto o metà e metà?  Trovo stampato nei miei libroni  che avrà di certo quattro stagioni,  dodici mesi, ciascuno al suo posto,  un carnevale e un ferragosto,  e il giorno dopo il lunedì  sarà sempre un martedì.  Di più per ora scritto non trovo  nel destino dell’anno nuovo:  per il resto anche quest’anno  sarà come gli uomini lo faranno.  Gianni Rodari New Year  You Guess, I guess,  you who read in fate:  What the new year will be like?  Beautiful, ugly or half and half?  I find it printed in my big books  that it will have certainly four seasons,  twelve months, each in its place,  a carnival and a mid-August,  and the next day on Monday  will always be a Tuesday.  I can not find for now  anything more written  in the fate of the new year:  for the rest even this year  will be as men would want it to be.  Fonte: Daring to do

A crocodile’s tears The crocodile’s tears pour like a waterfall into the big river. The moon watches him, laughing. It asks the sun for some light, so that it can take a photograph of the scene. The crocodile cries for the small, delicate gazelle who used to run free between the river banks. She is not going to run anymore, and she won’t be eating the tasty grass off the riverbanks anymore. This thought makes the crocodile weep with sadness and guilt for his moments of cruelty. The yellow face of the sun disappears into the darkness of the sky, and the crocodile feels even lonelier. Eventually, he loses consciousness and manages to sleep a healing sleep. He sleeps for few hours, being woken by a feeble sunray. The path to dawn has begun. His first feeling is one of deep hollowness. His stomach is grumbling and demanding to be filled. Like every morning, this demand is one that the crocodile simply cannot wish away; so he crawls into the thickest bush on the riverbank, and he w