La suite de la série entamée avant les vacances de Noël :

 

« Les élèves de la nouvelle section européenne bénéficient de six heures d’investigation de la langue anglaise et s’approprient cet outil en prenant la parole !

 

Pas si facile de raconter une histoire en langue étrangère, seul, devant un groupe (on a le trac, on ne sait pas tout prononcer correctement, on oublie les accents toniques …).

 

Mais c’est le défi qu’ils ont relevé, à l’issue d’une séquence consacrée à différents mouvements artistiques tels que l’impressionnisme, le maniérisme ou le land art.

 

Chacun a créé sa propre œuvre d’art, en lien avec les thèmes étudiés. Chacun a imaginé une histoire en lien avec cette œuvre.

 

Puis, nous avons tous retrouvé la magie de l’ »Heure du Conte « : écouter un récit, se laisser conduire par un imaginaire, c’est magique à tout âge et dans toutes les langues !

 

Nous allons vous proposer une petite balade, sous forme d’épisodes quotidiens , histoire de vous donner envie de nous rejoindre, qui sait ? »

 

It was morning, it was hot, I was in a forest.

 

« I didn’t know why I was there. There was a nice little path close by so I decided to follow it.

 

I walked on and on and further down, I arrived in a clearing. I looked around and I saw a huge brown castle, no in fact it was black. The Windows were broken and the door wide open.

 

Something told me NOT to go inside but I was curious so I entered the place …

 

It was cold and dark and I was afraid.

 

But I continued. I walked up an old stair and I arrived in a huge hall. On the walls of the corridors, huge paintings were hung next to each other.

 

In the backgrond, candles were alight, with the portrait of a man shown above. I got closer to see the painting.

 

The man was made of fruit, his nose was a pear and his mouth a banana. I found that this man was pretty funny.

 

I wanted to leave. But strangely I had the impression that everything around me was disappearing. It was not possible. I turned around, and I saw a dark empty hallway. the walls became invisible. Suddenly, I found myself in the clearing again.Where was the wastle and its funny painting ?

 

A car had just parked next to me. these were my parents and my brother.

 

I got in the car and my mother asked me what had happened.

 

If I told him everything, but he would not believe me, so I told her I had slept, maybe that had really happened and yet I found a pear in my Pocket !

 

I would never know… »