Compulsory Writing: Syrian Inmigration

Syrian inmigration is an issue we all should be concerned about. Inmigration has never been a major problem in our society. Countries has always open their borders to welcome people from other countries. Governs has always been happy to recieve inmigrants because it is a way to increase tourism and get economic benefit. But inmigration becomes a problem when it turns into a massive inmigration. One of the main problems of this issue is the fact that some countries are prepared nor economically neither socially to recieve such a high percentage of population. If more people than it should enters into a country its economy could be really affected. For example, all those people do not have a job so they will make the unemployment rate increase. A second poblem to take into account is that these people come from countries where there are terrorists. If we open our borders with no control, we are inviting them to enter into our countries and attack innocent people. If we freely let them enter into our countries they are not going to risk their lives going to airports where there are police controls because they could be discover.

In my opinion, trying to solve the inmagration problem is not the way to deal with this situation. The war these people is trying to escape should be stopped. If there is no war, these peolpe would not emigrate. These people do not want to come to our countries because they want to stay at home, in their own cities. They want to stay in their countries where they have their houses, their families and their lives. Unfortunately, stopping a war is not a very realistic solution. Maybe making a more careful control of the people who is entering in Europe is a better idea. If there are more controls, it will not be so easy for terrorists to enter into our countries since this could be used as a dissuasive method. Another solution is to divide the percentage of inmigrants between all the countries that are part of Europe. If we all are more generous and sympathetic with the nightmare Syrian people is living, we will help to solve this problem.

Monsters Made Of Fire

In the Middle Age, this story of love- if it could be called like that- took place. A story of a girl and a monster. A story of a monster and a man. Her name was Sarah Durffan and she lived in a small village in the South of England. She grew up in a tiny farm her family owned. Her childhood was not quite happy. Her father punched her until she fainted since she could remember. Everytime she could wake up, the first thing that came to her mind was the image of her mother watching the incident. She always stayed quiet, so the only thing that could be heard were the screams of her daughter. The indifference of her mother was even more painful than the beating. This was how something started to grow up inside Sarah. A feeling that was strange to her. A feeling that made her inner self burn. It felt like she was on fire. Probably it was anger as she always thought. But she knew it was not such a mundane feeling like anger, since anger would be jealous of the feeling she felt. And her father knew it. He could see that feeling in her eyes. In those eyes full of something he did not exactly knew what it was. And that scared him. That scared him a lot. In order to erradicate that feeling, he punched her stronger and stronger because he thought he would eliminate that feeling with beatings. "You are wrong" she always thought. Suddenly, when she was taking wood for the fire in a cloudy day, a man in black appeared behind her. He introduced himself as Krad. He was a murderer. He could kill anyone. He did not care if they were men, women, children, babies, kings, queens, farmers, poor, rich. He told her that he could see she was not an ordinary girl. He could see she had something really dangerous insider her. Then he asked her to say two names. "Mom and Dad" she said inmediately. The next day, she woke up feeling heat on her face. She was laying outside her house and she saw her house on fire, burning like her inner self had burnt many times. Those flames were specially familiar to her. It was strange, but it was the first time she felt happy in her life. She felt happy when she heard her parents screaming. Then she noticed Krad was by her side. She inmediately felt in love with him. When she was with him she felt powerful because, since that moment, Krad would kill anynone she wanted. And that was what happened. If a woman answer her in a bad way, she was dead. If a man looked at her, right to her eyes, he was dead. If a little girl was not nice to her, she was dead. But the more people Krad killed, the more nightmares she had at night. She dreamed of flames and death. She saw the faces of all the men, women and children who were killed. Her existance started to be something she could not handle anymore. The beast inside her became too big and dangerous. So, one day, she told Krad she had a last name to him: Sarah Durffan. It is not so easy to shock a man that has killed more people he is able to count. But she did. Although he always thought she was just another name, he noticed she was not another name anymore. He was in love. That is why he could not kill her. It was in that moment when he failed his own nature. He failed to himself. So they had to live dealing with themselves, cursed as they were, for the rest of their lives. That was their punishment.

Killing Questions

Bertram was a German boy who was born in 1927, specifically in Berlin. He was half American as his father was born in Massachussets, in the northwest of the United States. This has always been a taboo in his family. His mother side was really conservative and agreed with some of the ideas of the raising ultra-conservative party. So, when she announced she was going to marry an American guy, the news were not welcomed by his family. But she never cared. She did not seemed to care until her baby boy was born. He got that american look since he was a blond, blue-eyed boy, just like a typical american farmer. Maybe that is why his mother has always been less affective with him. But, in fact, that american look has always been perfect to called him "the perfect German boy". But he has always being bullied thanks to his American side. In school he always was the "American faggot", the "American asshole", the "American fool". And it seemed that "American" was even more pejorative and hurtful than the other insults. But hes has always been over this. He never thought this was something he should be ashamed of, despite his mother's efforts to achieve it. So, Bertram was a boy who was always sympathetic with injustices since he had suffered them his entire life. It is hard to imagine something more hurtful than being almost ignored by your own family. But he was always over this- he continously made an effort to keep thinking this. As he was growing up over the years, he became more aware of the tremendous injustices the Nazi goberment were carrying out. Thanks to his mother's family traditional membership to the Nazi party, soldiers never took his father to some concentration camp, as Dachau or Auschwitz. His grandfather had many conversations with the most powerful and influential men of those years to please his daughter's requests- it was clear his grandfather did not do it to save his father´s life. Those years were really strange, full of fear, suspicion and instability because you could be taken by soldiers in any moment and with no explanation. There were public murders in streets and kidnappings all over the city. In a cloudy day of 1943, Bertram was going back home from school, when he found a group of soldiers punching one of his neighbours, an old lady who always seemed really nice to him. He run to help the old lady and ask the soldiers why they were doing such an outrageous crime. With no answer, they shoot him in the stomach. He fall down and while he was knocked down on the floor, he looked at the old lady, and she said: Thank you. Nobody had ever told him something like that. Something with such affection.  It was in that moment, in that last second of his life, when he felt full of love for once.

Compulsory Writing: Different ways of studying

Studying in a distance university is really different from studying in a ordinary university. In this last type, class attendance is compulsory while in distance universities there is no lectures. Distance universities allow to have more freedom since you are not meant to go to university everyday. However in ordianry universities you must attend lectures because, if not, you would fail the subject. But on the other hand, distance universities are not as easy as ordinary universities. In distance universities you have to be very responsible and you also have to be able to organise your time really well. In contrast, the lectures you attend in ordinary universities help you to be more aware of what you have to study and that helps you to organise better. Furthermore, in distance universities you have to be your own teacher since you have to answer your own questions yourself while in ordinary universities you can ask to the teacher whatever you need. From a social perspective, there are also some differences between these two types of universitites. Ordinary universities allow you to make new friends and have a social life because you go to lectures everday and that permits you to talk to people and socialise. But in distance universities you have a more lonely life since you have to stay home studying the most part of your time and that reduces your social life. Maybe distance universities are meant for older peolpe who are working and have no time to attend lectures. On the other hand, ordinary universities are made for youth since they have more time to go to university everyday. The positive thing is that both universitites please the specific needs of people who study a degree and it is good to have different ways of studying according to the characteristics of each student.

She

She is the kindest person I know and she is so generous as well. She is always thinking and worrying about others first than about herself. She always tries her best to make people feel good and comfortable when she invites someone home, offering them food, drinks or whatever they need. Physically, she is very beautiful and she has a thin and stunning face just like the most glamorous actress of Hollywood or the most glorious queens that have ever existed along history. She is able to mesmerise every man she wants with her bright and brown eyes. Those eyes could never been forgotten. When she looks at you, right to your eyes, you do not belong to yourself anymore. It feels like she has taken your soul away with that look. But when the sun hits her blond hair, the world stops and the light it produces blind you. Something I have always admired about her is that she is so sofisticated and extremely polite. Her manners are worth of any princess. The way she moves her body and her hands is really elegant. She does it with such graceful that it shocks you. Finally, she is perfection, but that perfection is so perfect that it only has one imperfection. She will never exist.

Compulsory Writing - Zoos: entertaining vs oppressive

Everyone usually likes zoos but, in my opinion, they should be banned. From my point of view, animals are not meant to be kept into a cage. Since, the human being has the right to be free animals ought to have it as well. Animals are not different from us as we like to think. We tend to consider that being able to talk or think in a independent way not linked to instincts give us the opportunity to run the world. But we are not alone. This ability should make us able to be sympathetic with the rest of beings we share this world with. According to a research, most of the animals that are in zoos suffers from  depression and psycological problems because they are trained for years to give a show. When they are enclosured in cages they cannot follow their instincts and that makes them have behaviour problems. For example, some years ago I went to a zoo and in the Artic section I saw a white whale that was kept into a very little acuarium. Why this white whale has to be caged whe she could be swimming in the ocean? Some people think that zoos are good for kids because it is a great way for them to learn a bit more about animals. But, if that is the only aim of zoos, why not watch documentaries on television where a voice explain everything you want to know about every species. Furthermore, watching documentaries is free. You do not have to pay for a ticket and it is much more comfortable as you do not have to move from your house or even your city to see animals. On one hand, I think it is fantastic that there are some zoos that help species in danger of extintion, but in the other hand, it is the human being who makes these species being in danger. We hunt them and we destroy their enviroments so it is a never ending circle of kill them and then help them. Finally, I consider zoos should dissapear as they represent an oppression because since we do not like to be caged, animals do not like it either.

My name is Sir Gawain and I am here to tell my story

I am Sir Gawain, a member of the honourable and incomparable order of the Knights of the Round Table of Camelot. I serve my king, the once-in-a-lifetime King Arthur, that king I would give my life for. But  I remember I failed in my mission once. It was New Year's Eve in Camelot. There was a big festivity in the court, where we celebrated the great years we were living thanks to my King and his glorious govern. But this celebration ended when a monster, an horrible and terrifying Green Knight entered into the court in a green horse challenging the members of the order to hit him with an axe. But the resentful monster said something else. He said that he will give an equivalent hit a year after. The whole court was quiet and silent, everyone was scared and so was I, but in order to defend my King and Camelot, I stood up and I accepted the challenge. Therefore I beheaded the furious monster and then he challenged me to look for him in the Green Chapel a year after. Eleven months later, I prepared myself for the long trip and hard mission that awaited for me. I put my best armour on, I took my best sword and my best horse and I went to the North looking for the Green Chapel and the beheaded monster. It was a long trip and I will not lie saying I was not exhausted. But, thank God, I was lucky enough to find in my way a castle. It could not be compared to the magnificent castle of my brave King, but it was still fascinating . It was big and impressive, full of towers and well defended. I ask the lord of the castle, Sir Bercilack, for food and a place to sleep. As the good host he was, he pleased my requests and invited me to stay in his castle whenever I needed, following the hospitality expected from every knight. The castle was much more bigger than I thought. The inside of the castle was full of luxury and the decoration made it a really charming place. When we were having for dinner a delicious wild boar- it was obvious that Sir Bercilack was a commited hunter-  he offered me to exchange everything we earned along the day. While he leaved the castle everyday to go hunting, I should stayed with his beautiful wife, Lady Bercilack. She was such an stunning woman. She had a beauty I have never seen again, a beauty I will not be able to forget, not even in my deathbed. She was very sofisticated and deeply polite and se had a kindness that could be seen through her blue and big eyes. Anyone could see her soul through them.  It was really hard to remain loyal to Sir Bercilack when his wife came to my bedroom and try to seduce me. In order to try to not offend Lady Bercilack, I only allowed her to give me pure kisses. But the third time she visited my bedroom, insted of giving me one of her sweet kisses that I have loved  like nothing else in this world, she gave me a belt made of silk which had magical powers and she said it would save my live when I confront the Green Knight. But soon after this, the belt became the symbol of my tragedy. At the end of the day, when I was supposed to give everything I earned along the day to Sir Bercilack, I did not offer him the magical piece of silk her wife gave me. With this act, I failed the vows I swear when I became a knight. I was supposed to be true, honest and loyal to Sir Bercilack, but for my disgrace, I failed. After this, I went to the Green Chapel to find the dreadful monster. When I finally arrived, the Green Knight was waiting for me and he made three movements with the axe. Only the thrid one hit me, making a wound in my neck. But I was deeply surprised when the Green Knight revealed that he was actually Sir Bercilack who built this plan to prove my honesty. So he hit me in my neck as a punishment for not giving him the belt. Then I had to return to Camelot, completely ashamed as I was  for my lack of honor. But, thak to my mercy God, my beloved King and the rest of the Knights forgave me. In ordert to honoured me, King Arthur made the Knights wear a Green belt. That is why the legend of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table will remain for centuries. That is why We will never be forgotten.

Compulsory Writing: Perfect place

In this image we can see the Giants Causeway balsat rocks located in Ireland. This place looks like one of those perfect enviroments that gives you the opportunity to go away from the real world. The sea and the characteristic rocks make it a place you can only find in fairytales and movies, a place you would have never imagined it existed. Its beautiful and fascinating sights allow you to forget about everything. It is such an unbeliveble place that you feel amazed when you visit it. When you look at this awesome sight you cannot think about anything but how stunning it is. It looks like a perfect place to relax as it seems to be very peaceful and quiet. But at the same time, it looks very lively because of the relaxing movement and sound of waves crashing against rocks. It is an open space perfect for people who want to go away from crowed and polluted cities and want to be in contact with nature. Even though it is a cool place it looks really comfortable. It looks just like a place where you could spent hours and hours not realizing how much time you have been in it. Finally, it is such an unique and charming place you will never forget in your entire life.