Laureaci konkursu Day by Day 2013/2014

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Serdecznie gratulujemy laureatom i życzymy wielu sukcesów w doskonaleniu angielskiego i poznawaniu kolejnych języków. Dziękujemy także nauczycielom za zachętę do udziału w konkursie i wszelką pomoc okazaną młodzieży.
Wszystkich zaś, którym nie udało się stanąć na podium zapraszamy do uczestnictwa w następnej edycji konkursu już we wrześniu bieżącego roku.

KATEGORIA GIMNAZJUM


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*0Julia Wojak (Gimnazjum nr 35 w Zespole Szkół Technicznych i Ogólnokształcących nr 2 im. Powstańców Śląskich)
26th of April, 1995
It tends to be lonely.
Never before in my life had I looked forward to the companion of other people. The affection, I thought, bonds, trust, closeness – no human is in need of them. Everyone is able to do just well on their own, I thought, for one’s self is the only being one may be certain never to lose.
Never before had I thought one day I would crave for the presence of another person; yearn for the simplest of touches, ache for the briefest of caresses. No, I needed no one and nothing but the pride I felt of my solitude, my seclusion of choice.
But a long time has passed since then. Thousands of years, it seems.
And now, at times, it tends to be lonely.…
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*0Krzysztof Matuszek (Gimnazjum nr 2 z Oddziałami Integracyjnymi im. ks. prof. Józefa Tischnera w Woli)
DAY 1
ROCKY POINT, CA, US
12th FEB 1969
Today seemed to be a day like yesterday until I opened my mailbox, grabbed the fresh envelopes and walked upstairs, checking where they were from on the way. Between one tax and another I saw a letter with an emblem of Bald Eagle. “God damn it! – I claimed – it never rains but pours! A month before I had been thrown out of university and now I got a letter from Pentagon!”.
There was no need to deceive: it proclaimed that John Berkford, age 23, had been drafted into the United States Armed Forces. In other words, taking part in Vietnam War was just a matter of time. I had had to calm down as soon as possible in order not to go insane, so in no time I was back from store with a bottle of whiskey in my hand, hoping that a few rounds will do the trick.…
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KATEGORIA LICEUM


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*0Olga Majlich (Liceum Ogólnokształcące Nr XII)
April 16, 2064
The glaring light forces me to squint my eyes. I stand firmly on the bone dry ground and hear nothing but silence. My fingers dance in the air, ready to grab the gun at any second. I am ready.
My opponent looks like a typical thug. He has a slack beard and clothes faded by the sun, covered in dust. The moment has come for him to meet justice.
A vulture creaks in the distance while I breathe out heavily.
His hand moves like a flash; a mediocre opponent would be dead in a second. But not me. My arm turns into a vicious serpent and a deafening bang crashes the silence. The face of the bandit wears an incredibly surprised look when he looks down where blood floods his shirt. When he kneels down on earth, giving up his last breath, I hear a timid clap. I look around and see, not without joy, that my people dare come out of their houses. They laugh and twist their heads in wonder.
“You did it, Sheriff!” a little boy exclaims, looking up at me. “You really did it!”
I smile vaguely.
“Why yes, you're right,” I say.
The city is safe.…
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*0Marta Rapacka (Liceum Ogólnokształcące)
Dear Catherina,
I saw you for the first time on the second of November in the year of 1881, when you walked the Pere Lashaise Alley in a long, black dress. The wind tore a hat from your head, threw it playfully in the air and carried it deep into the heart of the cemetery, stroking the ends of trees' branches with its brim, dropping the last leaves from the heavy limbs and making you consider chasing it. Your soft, pink lips slightely flinched, eyebrows twisted in petualnce. Long eyelashes flapped fitfully while blue eyes traced the cap fly. Surprising that power that flowed from them, has not been able to subdue the playful element. You sighted heavily, not being able to win with it, but then the wind calmed down, and the hat slowly settled on a stone urn, covering all of the twisted vines that tangled it all around. You ran there as fast as you could, holding the material of the dress so that I could see the black boots you wore. From your head there fell a pin that held your black hair, so it evaporated and shined in the soak of the sun. You put up the hat with the slightest move I've ever seen. At once I knew - you stole my heart, leaving only empty space, which I was able to fill only by getting you.
- A.…
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*0Monika Stępień (Zespół Szkół Ogólnokształcących - Gimnazjum nr 4 z Oddziałami Integracyjnymi i Oddziałami Dwujęzyczn)
July 7th
“I'm a man,” I murmur while the mirror is staring at me, pity barely visible in the sharp, smooth surface of the glass, still bathed in the warm light of dawn. It has way too much sympathy in it to tell me it thinks otherwise, though not a single person around me has ever had any trouble with mocking and looking and talking and downright bullying, and that goes on until I meekly turn to go away.
Perhaps after me there always comes another human being who gets their own, personalized introduction to the fun of being on the receiving side of intense verbal torture. Perhaps sometimes, they are just like me.…
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