Noroc cu domnul Terupt
Noroc cu domnul Terupt
Jessica este nou-venita la Scoala Snow Hill. O vezi mereu cu cate o carte in mana. Alexia, plina de fite, isi apara cu tenacitate popularitatea printre fete. Danielle, mai dolofana decat colegele ei, incaseaza in tacere toate glumele rautacioase. Anna este prea timida ca sa raspunda la ore, Jeffrey uraste scoala, Luke e tocilarul clasei, iar Peter – mistocarul. Ce au ei in comun? Nimic. Asta pana cand apare domnul Terupt, noul lor invatator. Cu stilul lui insolit de predare, domnul Terupt reuseste sa ii invete pe elevii sai recalcitranti nu doar matematica sau stiintele naturii, ci si ce inseamna sa ii vezi cu adevarat pe cei de langa tine. Dar oare vor invata copiii lectia la timp?
Aducand pe scena personaje si conflicte familiare oricarui elev de scoala generala, aceasta poveste rascolitoare va oferi, cu siguranta, multe teme de discutie. - Publishers Weekly
Fragment din cartea "Noroc cu domnul Terupt" de Rob Buyea:
Last month Mr. T told us we had to read some stupid book and go spend time with the retards. That was what I thought at first, anyways. That was what I had always thought. The Collaborative Classroom was where the retards went to school. I guess it was James who made me change my mind. I mean, The Summer of the Swans was okay - sort of - but the Collaborative Classroom wasn't what I thought at all.
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Aducand pe scena personaje si conflicte familiare oricarui elev de scoala generala, aceasta poveste rascolitoare va oferi, cu siguranta, multe teme de discutie. - Publishers Weekly
„DECEMBER
Peter
Peter
Last month Mr. T told us we had to read some stupid book and go spend time with the retards. That was what I thought at first, anyways. That was what I had always thought. The Collaborative Classroom was where the retards went to school. I guess it was James who made me change my mind. I mean, The Summer of the Swans was okay - sort of - but the Collaborative Classroom wasn't what I thought at all.
The kids were actually pretty cool, especially James. If something spilled on the floor, or if there was a bunch of objects spread out on the table, he could tell you how many there were just by looking at them. I mean it, he could tell you immediately. No counting required. No matter how many there were - 312 forks, or 813 Legos. He always got it right. And James was kind of cool to hang out with. He gave me low fives - not high fives, because eye contact was tough for him - and we played games. I liked going to see him.
So I liked Mr. T's next idea. He never ran out of ideas.
"Okay, guys. Here's the deal," he told us in December. "We're going to have a holiday party like every other class, but it's going to be different.”
"Of course," I blurted out. "That's no surprise.” I do that sometimes, open my mouth before thinking. A lot of times, actually. Everybody - even Mr. T - cracked a smile, because I was right.
Luna trecuta, domnul T. ne-a spus ca trebuie sa citim nus' ce carte idioata si sa ne petrecem timpul cu retardatii. Cel putin asa am crezut la inceput. Asa am crezut dintotdeauna. Clasa speciala era facuta pentru retardati, ca sa vina si ei la scoala. Cred ca James e cel care m-a facut sa-mi schimb parerea. Adica The Summer of the Swans a fost OK, oarecum, dar clasa speciala n-a fost deloc cum ma asteptam.
Copiii erau foarte de treaba, in special James. Daca se rasturna ceva pe jos sau daca pe masa erau imprastiate mai multe obiecte, putea sa-ti spuna exact cate sunt numai uitandu-se la ele. Pe bune, putea sa spuna imediat. N-avea nevoie sa le numere. Oricat de multe ar fi fost - 312 furculite sau 813 piese de Lego - niciodata nu s-a inselat. Si era foarte misto sa stai cu el. Bateam palma jos, nu sus in aer, pentru ca ii era greu sa se uite in ochii celorlalti, si jucam tot felul de jocuri. Imi placea sa ma duc sa-l vad.
Asa ca mi-a placut si urmatoarea idee a domnului T. Nu ramanea niciodata in pana de idei.
- Ochii la mine, toata lumea. Uitati care e treaba, ne-a spus in decembrie. O sa dam o petrecere de Craciun, la fel ca toate clasele, dar a noastra o sa fie altfel.
- Normal! am trantit-o eu. Nici nu ma mir!
Mi se mai intampla asta din cand in cand, sa ma ia gura pe dinainte. De fapt, de foarte multe ori. Dar toti, chiar si domnul T., au inceput sa zambeasca, pentru ca aveam dreptate.”
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Jessica este nou-venita la Scoala Snow Hill. O vezi mereu cu cate o carte in mana. Alexia, plina de fite, isi apara cu tenacitate popularitatea printre fete. Danielle, mai dolofana decat colegele ei, incaseaza in tacere toate glumele rautacioase. Anna este prea timida ca sa raspunda la ore, Jeffrey uraste scoala, Luke e tocilarul clasei, iar Peter – mistocarul. Ce au ei in comun? Nimic. Asta pana cand apare domnul Terupt, noul lor invatator. Cu stilul lui insolit de predare, domnul Terupt reuseste sa ii invete pe elevii sai recalcitranti nu doar matematica sau stiintele naturii, ci si ce inseamna sa ii vezi cu adevarat pe cei de langa tine. Dar oare vor invata copiii lectia la timp?
Aducand pe scena personaje si conflicte familiare oricarui elev de scoala generala, aceasta poveste rascolitoare va oferi, cu siguranta, multe teme de discutie. - Publishers Weekly
Fragment din cartea "Noroc cu domnul Terupt" de Rob Buyea:
Last month Mr. T told us we had to read some stupid book and go spend time with the retards. That was what I thought at first, anyways. That was what I had always thought. The Collaborative Classroom was where the retards went to school. I guess it was James who made me change my mind. I mean, The Summer of the Swans was okay - sort of - but the Collaborative Classroom wasn't what I thought at all.
Editie bilingva (romana-engleza)
Aducand pe scena personaje si conflicte familiare oricarui elev de scoala generala, aceasta poveste rascolitoare va oferi, cu siguranta, multe teme de discutie. - Publishers Weekly
„DECEMBER
Peter
Peter
Last month Mr. T told us we had to read some stupid book and go spend time with the retards. That was what I thought at first, anyways. That was what I had always thought. The Collaborative Classroom was where the retards went to school. I guess it was James who made me change my mind. I mean, The Summer of the Swans was okay - sort of - but the Collaborative Classroom wasn't what I thought at all.
The kids were actually pretty cool, especially James. If something spilled on the floor, or if there was a bunch of objects spread out on the table, he could tell you how many there were just by looking at them. I mean it, he could tell you immediately. No counting required. No matter how many there were - 312 forks, or 813 Legos. He always got it right. And James was kind of cool to hang out with. He gave me low fives - not high fives, because eye contact was tough for him - and we played games. I liked going to see him.
So I liked Mr. T's next idea. He never ran out of ideas.
"Okay, guys. Here's the deal," he told us in December. "We're going to have a holiday party like every other class, but it's going to be different.”
"Of course," I blurted out. "That's no surprise.” I do that sometimes, open my mouth before thinking. A lot of times, actually. Everybody - even Mr. T - cracked a smile, because I was right.
Luna trecuta, domnul T. ne-a spus ca trebuie sa citim nus' ce carte idioata si sa ne petrecem timpul cu retardatii. Cel putin asa am crezut la inceput. Asa am crezut dintotdeauna. Clasa speciala era facuta pentru retardati, ca sa vina si ei la scoala. Cred ca James e cel care m-a facut sa-mi schimb parerea. Adica The Summer of the Swans a fost OK, oarecum, dar clasa speciala n-a fost deloc cum ma asteptam.
Copiii erau foarte de treaba, in special James. Daca se rasturna ceva pe jos sau daca pe masa erau imprastiate mai multe obiecte, putea sa-ti spuna exact cate sunt numai uitandu-se la ele. Pe bune, putea sa spuna imediat. N-avea nevoie sa le numere. Oricat de multe ar fi fost - 312 furculite sau 813 piese de Lego - niciodata nu s-a inselat. Si era foarte misto sa stai cu el. Bateam palma jos, nu sus in aer, pentru ca ii era greu sa se uite in ochii celorlalti, si jucam tot felul de jocuri. Imi placea sa ma duc sa-l vad.
Asa ca mi-a placut si urmatoarea idee a domnului T. Nu ramanea niciodata in pana de idei.
- Ochii la mine, toata lumea. Uitati care e treaba, ne-a spus in decembrie. O sa dam o petrecere de Craciun, la fel ca toate clasele, dar a noastra o sa fie altfel.
- Normal! am trantit-o eu. Nici nu ma mir!
Mi se mai intampla asta din cand in cand, sa ma ia gura pe dinainte. De fapt, de foarte multe ori. Dar toti, chiar si domnul T., au inceput sa zambeasca, pentru ca aveam dreptate.”
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