Brollan stormar till final — vann 2-0 över turkiska superlaget
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Postat av greve hermis den 14 April 2008, 21:49
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Tjena!
Vi hade i läxa tills imorgon att skriva en text på engelska som fick handla om vad som helst. Mest bara för att komma in i engelskan tills på fredag då vi ska skriva nationella skrivtliga delen i engelska.
Så, här kommer min text som jag har knaprat ihop nu på kvällskvisten.
Jag har säkert massor utav stavfel och gramatiska fel som ni gärna får påpeka. Skriv även vad ni tycker jag gör bra och midre bra.
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BETYG? IG-MVG
Går i 9an. (93'a)
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It was early morning and he had just got up from bed. It was Sunday and it was really grey outside. He had woken up by the wind, it had whined in the chimney so he couldn’t sleep. He made a good, dark cup of coffee. The coffee he drank was always completely black. The cup got contact with his mouth and as he drank he simultaneously looked out trough the window. In the dark coffee his face reflected on the surface. He had a crooked nose, probably from a fight or something like that. He had rough lines in his face. His face was slightly sun tanned and his grey hair was bleached. His name was Charles. His grey eyes had seen many awful things, but also joy and happiness. But it was ages ago. When his wife died a couple of years ago everything seems to have changed. He lost his job, he lost his best friends. And all because of the drugs that got him to feel good. He simply couldn’t stop. The demand was too big and powerful. There was a problem to be a drug addict when you don’t have a job. Drugs cost pretty much. The only way he could get money was trough criminal things, such as robbery, burglary and similar things.
Today’s mission was to get some money to buy drugs later tonight. His stock was empty at the moment. The panic started to grow inside of him because he had not had any drugs for two days. He looked tired and weak, even though he was almost 7 feet tall and had a well trained body.
He finished his coffee and started to dress. Slowly but systematic, First a pair of dark jeans, then a marine blue t-shirt with an ‘A’ pressed on it. He took a pair of big glasses to hide his slightly red and watery eyes, also to hide the dark area under his eyes. It looked like he had not slept for at least two days. When he was fully dressed he started to do a small plan over how the robbery was going to be. About half an hour later he was finished and went to the small bedroom to get his gun. Some how he was nervous even though he had done it multiply times before. He slammed the walls slightly and hum on a song.
He took a step in the café that he was going to rob. Many different smells went by his nose and it felt pretty good. It was hot and pleasant. The walls were painted with a color that looked like chocolate. But then his mind came to think of what he really was doing here. He walked slowly towards the man that stood behind the cashbox. He took up the cold gun and pointed it at the man. All costumers got into panic and started to scream and ran away. The man at the desk looked really frightened. Maybe not so weird, he had a gun pointing to his head.
´give me all of your cash now!’
The man at the desk opened the cashbox and started to pick up some money and put them in a bag. He was really scared because his hands were shaking so he sometimes dropped some coins.
When he had filled up the bag and reached it over a loud pang went off. The man got a hole in his stomach and fell to the ground. Charles was not meant to shoot. The gun must have gone off it self he thought. Well, no time to wonder. He turned around to make a run. But there, right in front of him a dozen of polis officers were standing. It wasn’t much to do more than lay down and let the officer’s hand shuffle him.
One thing that will be good for him in the jail is that he will get help to get free from the drugs. Maybe he will think more of his wife and try to give her a worthy funeral. But he didn’t know if the guard’s allowed it. He almost didn’t know anything about the jail.
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Har ni nationella på onsdag och hur tror du att det kommer att gå?
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/plinkY
Vi hade i läxa tills imorgon att skriva en text på engelska som fick handla om vad som helst. Mest bara för att komma in i engelskan tills på fredag då vi ska skriva nationella skrivtliga delen i engelska.
Så, här kommer min text som jag har knaprat ihop nu på kvällskvisten.
Jag har säkert massor utav stavfel och gramatiska fel som ni gärna får påpeka. Skriv även vad ni tycker jag gör bra och midre bra.
---------------------------- ------------------------------ -
BETYG? IG-MVG
Går i 9an. (93'a)
---------------------------- ------------------------------ -----
It was early morning and he had just got up from bed. It was Sunday and it was really grey outside. He had woken up by the wind, it had whined in the chimney so he couldn’t sleep. He made a good, dark cup of coffee. The coffee he drank was always completely black. The cup got contact with his mouth and as he drank he simultaneously looked out trough the window. In the dark coffee his face reflected on the surface. He had a crooked nose, probably from a fight or something like that. He had rough lines in his face. His face was slightly sun tanned and his grey hair was bleached. His name was Charles. His grey eyes had seen many awful things, but also joy and happiness. But it was ages ago. When his wife died a couple of years ago everything seems to have changed. He lost his job, he lost his best friends. And all because of the drugs that got him to feel good. He simply couldn’t stop. The demand was too big and powerful. There was a problem to be a drug addict when you don’t have a job. Drugs cost pretty much. The only way he could get money was trough criminal things, such as robbery, burglary and similar things.
Today’s mission was to get some money to buy drugs later tonight. His stock was empty at the moment. The panic started to grow inside of him because he had not had any drugs for two days. He looked tired and weak, even though he was almost 7 feet tall and had a well trained body.
He finished his coffee and started to dress. Slowly but systematic, First a pair of dark jeans, then a marine blue t-shirt with an ‘A’ pressed on it. He took a pair of big glasses to hide his slightly red and watery eyes, also to hide the dark area under his eyes. It looked like he had not slept for at least two days. When he was fully dressed he started to do a small plan over how the robbery was going to be. About half an hour later he was finished and went to the small bedroom to get his gun. Some how he was nervous even though he had done it multiply times before. He slammed the walls slightly and hum on a song.
He took a step in the café that he was going to rob. Many different smells went by his nose and it felt pretty good. It was hot and pleasant. The walls were painted with a color that looked like chocolate. But then his mind came to think of what he really was doing here. He walked slowly towards the man that stood behind the cashbox. He took up the cold gun and pointed it at the man. All costumers got into panic and started to scream and ran away. The man at the desk looked really frightened. Maybe not so weird, he had a gun pointing to his head.
´give me all of your cash now!’
The man at the desk opened the cashbox and started to pick up some money and put them in a bag. He was really scared because his hands were shaking so he sometimes dropped some coins.
When he had filled up the bag and reached it over a loud pang went off. The man got a hole in his stomach and fell to the ground. Charles was not meant to shoot. The gun must have gone off it self he thought. Well, no time to wonder. He turned around to make a run. But there, right in front of him a dozen of polis officers were standing. It wasn’t much to do more than lay down and let the officer’s hand shuffle him.
One thing that will be good for him in the jail is that he will get help to get free from the drugs. Maybe he will think more of his wife and try to give her a worthy funeral. But he didn’t know if the guard’s allowed it. He almost didn’t know anything about the jail.
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Har ni nationella på onsdag och hur tror du att det kommer att gå?
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/plinkY
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