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. Accessed on April 15, 2016.

2. O texto ao lado registra previsões meteorológicas para a cidade de Orlando, em maio de 2016. Assim, tomamos conhecimento de que, naquele fim de semana:

a) a noite de sexta seria agradável e sem chuva.

b) a probabilidade de chuva era nula para o sábado.

c) a semana de trabalho fecharia com sol e chuva.

d) haveria muitos ventos na sexta e no sábado.

e) os movimentos dos ventos estariam controlados.



Weather Forecast May 2, 2016

Expect a toasty day for the area today. Highs near 90 with a rain chance setting up after 2pm at 30%. Tonight, lows fall through the 70s, rain chances dry up after 9pm. Quiet and warm overnight.

North Texans prepare for hail with mattresses, pillows and bubblewrap

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Fame and Fortune: The Power of YouTube

by Julie Lamb (Jan 03, 2012)

What do Justin Bieber, Colbie Caillat, Soulja Boy, and Sean Kingston all have in common? Aside from being celebrities/singers, they all started out simply by posting amateur videos of themselves on the Internet, and after developing a large following online, were fortunate enough to “get discovered” by important people in the music industry.

It may be easy to discount these stories as pure luck and claim that such successes don’t justify all the time that many YouTubers spend making videos. But the truth is that the path from YouTube sensation to professional musician is becoming more and more common, and this trend does not show signs of slowing down any time soon. [...]

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3. Esse texto fala do poder das tecnologias em nossa sociedade e nos informa que os cantores Justin Bieber, Colbie Caillat, Soulja Boy e Sean Kingston:

a) postaram seus vídeos no YouTube antes de fazerem sucesso.

b) fazem sucesso porque alimentam o YouTube com seus vídeos.

c) foram descobertos no YouTube porque são bons profissionais.

d) são músicos profissionais que anunciam seus shows no YouTube.

e) descobriram a indústria da música nos vídeos do YouTube.


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time TO reflect

UNIT 8

In your notebook, use the following phrases to think and write about what you’ve learned so far. You can start with…



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… and finish with one of the options below:

… describing actions.

… using linking words.

… expressing likes and dislikes.

… giving instructions.

… using connectors to put ideas in sequence.

… identifying the sound /ə/.

… creating a tutorial.

Examples: I am good at expressing likes and dislikes. I need to get better at describing actions.

What can I do to learn more?

Manage my time more effectively.

Do more exercises.

Use more multimedia/digital resources (videos, music, apps, clips, podcasts, etc.).

Read more.

Make international friends in social networks.

Read more newspapers and magazines in English.

Chat with my friends in English.

Watch a movie/series with subtitles in English.

Watch some tutorial videos in English.

Ask for help.

Other.


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Time for literature

CAT IN THE RAIN”



1. You are going to read a short story by the American writer Ernest Hemingway. First, read the following short biography and a definition of short story. Then answer the questions in pairs.

Ernest Hemingway was a very famous correspondent, reporter and writer, who lived in Paris, France, for some years in the 1920s, selfexiled from his country, the United States. He was in World War I. Part of the avant-garde artists, he is one of the most important American late modernists. Hemingway wrote many of his works in the post-war Paris of the 1920s and in Spain in the 1930s.



(By the authors.)

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Ernest Hemingway, by Andrei Kharshak, 1950. Pencil and paper. Reproduction.

A short story is a work of fiction that is usually written in prose, often in narrative format.

According to the traditional method of narrative, in the short story the action and the conflict are built up through the development of the story until its outcome, going through a crisis and having a final resolution. In the modern narrative method, the story disregards the former scheme and is fragmented in an invertebrate structure. The traditional short story, in short, has a beginning, a middle, and an end. A modern short story, most times, has no beginning or end; it just shows a slice of life in the middle of something.

The language of the modernistic narrative is direct, with short sentences and very little use of adjectives and long descriptions.

In a short story, as in long narratives, we can usually detect such elements as: character (the people in the story), plot (the story itself), setting (place and time), theme (variable), style, form, genre, narrator (narrative voice), tense (how verbs are used and why).

a) Based on Hemingway’s professional background, what type of text do you expect him to write?

b) Considering the historical context he lived in, what themes do you expect to find in his literature?

c) What other short stories have you already read?

d) What are the narrative methods and how are they different?

Did you know…?

Literary Modernism has its origins in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, mainly in Europe and North America. This movement is characterized by a self-conscious break with traditional styles of poetry and verse.


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2. Now, read the short story and then do the activities. As you read, try to identify the elements mentioned in the previous description.

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Cat in the Rain

By Ernest Hemingway

There were only two Americans stopping at the hotel. They did not know any of the people they passed on the stairs on their way to and from their room. Their room was on the second floor facing the sea. It also faced the public garden and the war monument. There were big palms and green benches in the public garden. In the good weather there was always an artist with his easel. Artists liked the way the palms grew and the bright colors of the hotels facing the gardens and the sea. Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining. The rain dripped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea broke in a long line in the rain and slipped back down the beach to come up and break again in a long line in the rain. The motor cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the café a waiter stood looking out at the empty square.

The American wife stood at the window looking out. Outside right under their window a cat was crouched under one of the dripping green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so compact that she would not be dripped on.

‘I’m going down and get that kitty,’ the American wife said.

‘I’ll do it,’ her husband offered from the bed.

‘No, I’ll get it. The poor kitty out trying to keep dry under a table.’

The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the two pillows at the foot of the bed.

‘Don’t get wet,’ he said.

The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up and bowed to her as she passed the office. His desk was at the far end of the office. He was an old man and very tall.

‘Il piove,’ the wife said. She liked the hotel-keeper.

‘Si, Si, Signora, brutto tempo. It is very bad weather.’

He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim room. The wife liked him. She liked the deadly serious way he received any complaints. She liked his dignity. She liked the way he wanted to serve her. She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper. She liked his old, heavy face and big hands.

Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was raining harder. A man in a rubber cape was crossing the empty square to the café. The cat would be around to the right. Perhaps she could go along under the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella opened behind her. It was the maid who looked after their room.


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Time for literature

‘You must not get wet,’ she smiled, speaking Italian. Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent her.

With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her.

‘Ha perduto qualque cosa, Signora?’

‘There was a cat,’ said the American girl.

‘A cat?’


‘Si, il gatto.’

‘A cat?’ the maid laughed. ‘A cat in the rain?’

‘Yes, –’ she said, ‘under the table.’ Then, ‘Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty.

’ When she talked English the maid’s face tightened.

‘Come, Signora,’ she said. ‘We must get back inside. You will be wet.’

‘I suppose so,’ said the American girl.

They went back along the gravel path and passed in the door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American girl passed the office, the padrone bowed from his desk. Something felt very small and tight inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed, reading.

‘Did you get the cat?’ he asked, putting the book down.

‘It was gone.’

‘Wonder where it went to,’ he said, resting his eyes from reading.

She sat down on the bed.

‘I wanted it so much,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why I wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn’t any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain.’

George was reading again.

She went over and sat in front of the mirror of the dressing table looking at herself with the hand glass. She studied her profile, first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and her neck.

‘Don’t you think it would be a good idea if I let my hair grow out?’ she asked, looking at her profile again.

George looked up and saw the back of her neck, clipped close like a boy’s.

‘I like it the way it is.’

‘I get so tired of it,’ she said. ‘I get so tired of looking like a boy.’

George shifted his position in the bed. He hadn’t looked away from her since she started to speak. ‘

You look pretty darn nice,’ he said.

She laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over to the window and looked out. It was getting dark.

‘I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel,’ she said. ‘I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.’

‘Yeah?’ George said from the bed.

‘And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes.’

‘Oh, shut up and get something to read,’ George said. He was reading again.

His wife was looking out of the window. It was quite dark now and still raining in the palm trees.

‘Anyway, I want a cat,’ she said, ‘I want a cat. I want a cat now. If I can’t have long hair or any fun, I can have a cat.’

George was not listening. He was reading his book.

His wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square. Someone knocked at the door.

‘Avanti,’ George said. He looked up from his book. In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoise-shell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body.

‘Excuse me,’ she said, ‘the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora.’

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