WE STARTED OUR WORK IN THE FORUM SECTION BY CREATING 3 MIXED TEAMS FROM 5 DIFFERENT SCHOOLS

Expected results:

● growing sensibility and civic spirit;

● creating original and different type of texts;

● developing reading and digital competence;

● developing ability to work in team;

● establishing friendship relations, based on a comun interest, which is reading...

TAKE ME ON A JOURNEY INTO AUTUMN

Students read poems about autumn (written by Turkish and Romanian poets) and then openly discussed the texts in mixed groups. The event ended with the preparation of a portfolio created by the students, which could include poems, photos, drawings, posters on the theme of autumn

The three different teams first created their team names among themselves

Teams tried to answer different questions about the poems

EXAMPLES OF TEAM WORK

Now it's autumn – Mihai Eminescu

Now it's autumn, leaves roam and scatter,
Again the wind flings heavy drops against the glazing;
And you're reading old letters, tattered and fading
And retrace a whole life-time in just one hour.

With sweet trifles you enjoy such time-wasting,
You'd hate to be disturbed by a tap on the shutter;
For when it's sleeting outside, it's so much better
To dream by the fireside, sleepily nodding.

So I stay in my chair, staring into the fire,
Dreaming of old tales and a fairy queen's sighs;
Around me the mist rises higher and higher;

Suddenly the rustling of silk makes me rise,
Steps so soft, barely touched by the old floor . . .
Then with slender, icy hands you hide my eyes.

I AM BECOME AUTUMN

 HASAN HÜSEYİN KORKMAZGİL

Don't go, I'm becoming autumn, nothing after that

Please don't let the trees bend their necks

Why do I become evening when the train leaves?

When the swallows suddenly fly away

Why do I get choked up when the tissues are shaken?

So cruel, so suddenly

How the flowers just now are standing on end

Don't go, I'm becoming autumn, nothing after that

Pinch those waters, it's over, we crossed the bridges, it's over

The taste of that apple is there, that bird has already sung, it's over

We are not children anymore, we can say something by remaining silent.

Days will take the state, years will be a glass of iced raki

Games are toys, toys are old songs

That pocket knife that keeps drawing hearts with arrows on the poplars

Where is it now, where is it now, where is that drunkenness of blood?

Don't go, I'm becoming autumn, nothing after that

It was September.

Leaves falling off the branch

I wrote your name on the yellowing sides

But you were just a fake smile.

And you never knew the coldness of my hands.

dutu bianca

Salih Özcan

Motoacă Alina

GHİDİA ELENA GEORGIANA