FREE CAE ESSAY SAMPLE 2015

You have read an online article about changes in the types of subject taught at secondary schools. The article says that some traditional subjects may no longer be taught at school. Four of the subjects discussed are mentioned below, along with some of the readers’ comments. 220-260 words 

Geography	‘Why do we need to know the names of rivers and mountains around the world?’
History	‘It’s all about the past. At schools, we need to be focussing on the future.’

Write an essay discussing TWO of the subjects mentioned above. You should explain why you think these subjects should continue to be taught at secondary schools, giving reasons to support your answer. ( Task from: http://www.examenglish.com/CAE/cambridge_advanced_writing_part1.htm )

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Pre-writing reflection/tips

TIPS: Paragraph 1: Introduce + present your opinion clearly. Read task, it says: You should explain why you think these subjects should continue to be taught at secondary schools

This means you need to write an essay: In favour of Geography and History, giving reasons to support your answer. Before you write ask yourself the following question: Why is it important to learn geography and history? And think of some arguments.

ESSAY

Our socierty is changing. Lately we are asking ourselves about the education of our children, trying to figure out whether subjects such as geography and history are still relevant. In the following essay, I intend to make clear my position in favour of those subjects, which I consider undoubtly very important. 

First of all I would like to state that knowing about Geography is a signal of culture and education. It is true that we have no need to memorise the names of all the rivers in the world, but certainly being able to name the capitals of the countries is well-worth general knowledge. In order to make gegraphy more attractive to children, we could make use of more appealing subjects such as information technology. With the help of computer programmes, games and APPs the whole process of learning about the world, can be made even ejoyable.

Secondly, I would like to state that History helps people to understand their own future. “Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it”, says a famous saying. Obviously, it refers basically to tragic historical events rather then to happy life times. Knowing about the march of history, dates and personalities, and above of all, understanding the evolution of human development would prevent us from repeating errors and wars, and give us a clearer vision of the future.

Finally, I would like to say that not all students at secondary school are aware of the importance of these subjects, but it is our mission as teachers and parents to speak about it.

Sent by Natasha 

Tips and edition by CPESampleWritings

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FREE CPE REVIEW SAMPLE 2015

You are a member of a cinema society which regularly reviews new films in its newsletter. Write a review for the newsletter, describing the last film you have seen and saying whether you would recommend it to other members of the society. Your review should focus on the main points of the film and give the readers a clear idea of what it is about : 280-320 words

Magic in the moonlight 

"Magic in the moonlight", released in 2014 and directed by Woody Allen, is a whimsical romance film set in the 20s in the South of France. Stanley, an illusionist played by Colin Firth, is commissioned to uncover the charming medium Sophie Baker, played by Emma Stone.

It all begins with the introduction of the main character: Stanley. He is a worldwide-known magician who can instantly make an elephant disappear and teleport his assistant from a sarcophagus to a pivoting chair. So magical are his tricks that his audience always remains spellbound after his shows. Standly accepts a job proposal from his old friend Howard Burkan (Simon McBurney) to unmask Sophie Baker, a woman accused of cheating and trying to steal money from a rich family.

The plot circles then around Sophie, a so-called swindler who pretends to be gifted with exceptional mind-reading skills, and Standey, who will try to unveil the mystery of her tricks and discover if she is a phony.

  

The brilliantly directed plot of the movie is accompanied with touching acting and excellent dialogues. Exceptional is also the work of Colin Firth as Stanley. Another aspect to highlight is the setting: The sublimeness of the scenery and costumes along with the jazzy music background immediately takes us back to the 20s.

"Magic in the moonlight" is undeniably if not a masterpiece, one of the best pieces of work by Woody Allen. The story is charming and well-worth seeing. Whether you are interested in magic or not, this is definitively a thought-provoking film which can teach the viewer something about the powers of illusion.

By Syb

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NOLA in ya DNA

"Someone suggested that there's an incomplete part of our chromosomes that gets repaired or found when we hit New Orleans. Some of us just belong here." -John Goodman

At 18 years old, I guess I could say that I found my missing chromosomes when I moved to New Orleans as a college freshman at Tulane. I liked it so much that I applied to be an admission counselor when I gradated four years later. I got the phone call telling me that I'd been hired literally as I was walking into the Wave Goodbye graduation party. A few weeks later, my parents helped me to buy a little house not far from campus. I moved in and started the new job. More found chromosomes, more of New Orleans in my genes. That was in July of 2005. One month later, I had lost everything I owned, and I was working for a closed school in a destroyed city and living in a very dark, cold hotel room outside of Richmond, VA. At that point, New Orleans had officially infused itself in my DNA forever.

To me, Katrina seems like a lifetime ago. It seems like some sort of alternate universe that I vividly remember, yet can't seem to fully recollect. I remember reading a blog a few months after the storm that said "stick a fork in yourself, Tulane. You're done." I have memories of moving back to New Orleans and Tulane and driving around for hours trying to find anywhere that would serve breakfast. Or somewhere to get a haircut. I have memories of working with my incredible colleagues that year after the storm to recruit someone, anyone, to come be a part of the next incoming class. I still give so much respect to those 844 students who came to Tulane just one year after the storm.

And then I look at New Orleans and Tulane, today. Speaking of things that are genetically intertwined, New Orleans and Tulane were forever bound together on August 29th, 2005. By now, you've seen hundreds of articles about where New Orleans is ten years later. You may know about the progress: the 1.1 billion dollar hospital that opened this month, the booming film industry, the remarkable amount of new facilities and infrastructure improvements at Tulane, the 9.5 million visitors that came to NOLA last year (up from 3.7),  the 600 new restaurants, the "best flood control system of any coastal community" in the world, the largest freshman class we've ever had here at Tulane, and how we've now become Startup/Entrepreneur/Medical/Technology City, USA.

You also know we've got work left to be done. With wetlands, with inequality in the recovery and with public safety. We as a university recognize this, and work every day to build this community and its residents a better future. New Orleans has come a long way, and we have a ways to go, but to me, that is what it means to have something truly in your blood. It will always be there, it will move with you, it will grow with you, it will improve as you do and it will be in your genetic code forever. That is what New Orleans means to me. Sure does make that old Chris Rose quote, "you can live in a lot of cities, but New Orleans is the only city that lives in you," ring undeniably true.

If you haven't already, take a few minutes to watch this video.

Whether you came to New Orleans for four years as a college student, four days to visit a friend, or you're like me and came here and just... stayed, one thing will always remain true: New Orleans gets into your blood. It truly does become a part of your chromosomes, your lifeblood, your dreams, your passions, your hopes and your soul. I travel the world recruiting students to come to New Orleans, and I can tell you from years of personal experience that it really IS different down here. It really does affect you like few other cities can. Chris Rose put it best; "the longer you live in New Orleans, the more unfit you become to live anywhere else."

So as we watch the ten-year anniversary of Katrina come and go, we feel NOLA in our DNA. We let it fill up whatever is missing in us and whatever piece of us is lacking; the city makes us whole. We've made a lot of progress in this town and know there is even more that can be achieved. But today and every day of the last ten years and of the next to come, we know that New Orleans will be a part of us. Forever.

Oh look. It's me. With all my stuff.

Tulane under water. 

The Office of Admission back in 2005, living in Richmond, VA.  We weren't used to that snow behind us.

NOLA + Tulane in all their glory today. 

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Greenie Camp

Welcome, freshmen! Today is the official first day of classes and campus is bustling with activity and lost freshmen. You can read up on Tulane's largest incoming freshman class ever- all 1729 of them.

65 of our incoming freshmen got a jump-start to their experience here at Tulane by attending Greenie Camp all of last week. Greenie Camp is one of the many options for our EXPLORE pre-orientation programs that our incoming class can participate in. In my totally unbiased opinion, the Admission and Alumni Office sponsored Greenie Camp is the best of the best.

Rather than tell you all about it, I'm going to show you. Here are my best shots of last week! And to everyone back on campus this week: welcome back and have a fantastic semester!

First stop was a two-day spirit camp a few hours outside of NOLA.
It was just like real summer camp. Including this giant blob. 

All smiles at Greenie Camp. At the camp, we learned Tulane traditions and cheers as well as what it means to be a Greenie.  

From the Camp, we headed to Insta-Gator Ranch to hatch some baby alligators.
Because that is how we do orientation in Louisiana. 

Everyone is a proud parent! 

Here is Clara, one of my students I recruited from Los Angeles. I don't think they have this at type of stuff in LA. 

Baby gator

Next day we had tons of great NOLA-based activities, including touring the city's oldest cemetery. 

That night we headed to Sector 6, America's largest indoor trampoline park. 

Needless to say, it was awesome. 

Trampolines on trampolines on trampolines.

Here I am climbing something tall. 

And what orientation week would be complete without a stop at Cafe du Monde for beignets?

Got to check out Yulman!

And see the Green Wave practice. 

Most importantly, here is our awesome crew of student orientation coordinators. These guys rocked! 

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Ljiljana

Her name was Ljiljana, Serbian for Lilian, and she was my first love. To be sure, in kindergarten I was smitten with Milica, who did not reciprocate, but that doesn’t count anyway. One had to be in the gymnasium (the European equivalent to high school) to experience the pangs of real love.

Ljiljana Nizetic (pronounced LYILyana NIZHetitch), to give her her full maiden name, was a couple of years younger than I, and the sister of my classmate Branko. There was also a younger sister, Vesna, a tomboy. But as my recently deceased, somewhat older friend, Voja, remarked, “Everyone was in love with Ljiljana.” I’m not quite sure just who everyone was, but I fully believe it.

She may well have been the most beautiful young teenager in all Belgrade. I have one photograph of her at maybe twelve, standing in front of our villa on Lake Bled, wearing a folk costume and looking adorable. The only other snapshot of her, age sixteen, is of quite a young woman already, wavy hair down to her shoulders, as she kneels amid tall grasses and blinks into the sun.

She was shy as a little girl, and did not in any obvious way respond to my sleeve-worn love. But many, many years later, in her penultimate letter, she said that all the other young girls envied her for being my inamorata, and that she was rather proud of it too. But that was all; not so much as a kiss, ever.

                                                                                                                                                          

Take the evening when my mother and I left Belgrade, thinking mistakenly that it wouldn’t be a definitive break. My father was already in New York, but my mother, in the company of an old family friend, was waiting anxiously for me at the railway station. We were to catch a train to take us to Genoa on the first leg of our exodus to America. Where was I?

I had gone to say good-bye to Ljiljana, Branko and the other Nizetices at their apartment, luckily not too far from the train station. I had acquired a fancy Borsalino hat for the journey. When I tore myself away, very late, I grabbed someone else’s similar hat, much too big for me.

I ran all the way to the station, but if Mussolini had also made the Yugoslav trains run on time, this one would have already left, with serious consequences for us. Even so, I got two hard slaps from the old family friend. Another mother and son, our friends and traveling companions, were waiting for us in Genoa. We caught a train for Rome, but from there, the other mother didn’t want to take the boat to Lisbon—German submarines were said to be active around—so we flew instead. On the plane, I was slightly unfaithful to Ljiljana, writing a poem for a friendly Swedish opera singer, Margit von Ende, traveling with her lover, Berlasina, a famous Italian soccer referee. But on the beach at Estoril I made up for it, gazing longingly at a young  girl who looked a bit like  Ljiljana, and whom I desperately and foolishly wanted to be her.

Towards the end of World War Two, I was in the Air Force, but because of problems with my inner ear, at a non-flying job, teaching shell-shocked pilots French and German, supposedly as a transition to civilian life. Somehow Ljiljana and I managed to correspond a bit. She was in Prague, in medical school. Her father was a distinguished ophthalmologist, which Branko too was to become in Belgium; she, however, became a pediatrician. In one of her letters, she wrote that she fantasized that when American planes flew over Prague, I was in one of them. Little did she know that I never even came close to a military plane.

Years pass, and my then girlfriend, Patricia Marx, and I are traveling through Europe, and hit Belgrade.  Naturally we look up Ljiljana, by then a respected physician. Pat and she hit it off well. Though Ljiljana was lovely, she was rather petite, and I liked taller women. Because Pat worried about her prominent father’s hearing about our traveling together unmarried, we pretended to be respectable spouses. I can still see Ljiljana getting into her car and saying to me, in Serbian, how much she liked “my sweet little wife.”

More years pass. I am in various Yugoslav cities lecturing on behalf of the State Department about American literature, about which I know precious little. My expertise, if any, being about European literature. But so great was America’s prestige in Yugoslavia that anyone who could lecture, however vaguely, about anything in the U.S.A. was welcomed with open arms.

I saw Ljiljana again, now married—lovelessly, alas--to one Marjanovic, a medium-high Communist functionary. More important, she was in what was to be lifelong mourning for her dearly beloved son, Zoran. In his early twenties, he happened to be outside a children’s playground when a ball landed at his feet. Bending down to throw it back, he suffered a lethal stroke.

Ljiljana showed me a photograph of Zoran, a handsome young man, which she handled like a sacred icon. We were sitting in her living room, her husband having sequestered himself in another room. Every night, she said wistfully, he would go off to the kafana (pub) for booze and cards with his chums, but not this night, because of my presence. Otherwise she would have so liked to sit with me amorously on a park bench, but as it was she felt she couldn’t leave the house.

We talked about all sorts of things, though I recall only her indignation at the Swedish tax bureau’s persecution of Ingmar Bergman. There was a bust of her and an oil portrait, both capturing her loveliness, and I made her promise to send me pictures of them, which she never did, probably out of shyness. She did, however, give me as a parting present one of her favorite books by Andre Maurois in French, and inscribed it to me. Shamefully, I never read it, and now, like her last letters, it too has disappeared. I do remember one thing she said: that she had seen the novelist Ivo Andric in the street , blowing his nose into his fingers, not a very nice thing for a Nobel laureate to do.

Years go by again, and we are now in the recent past. Somehow we exchange a couple of letters each. She writes those letters in her large, bold, openhearted handwriting. In one of them she assures me that my Serbian is still fine and my style extremely poetic. She fills me in on her life as a widow, but there are also flashbacks, such as to when she drove me on a visit to the house that my family had owned and I grew up in. It was now a music school, which she deemed a fitting afterlife.

What I do recall from her last letter is “Did ever a woman of 84 get such a glowing tribute?” She also included a funny postcard from Branko, who now, along with sister Vesna who lovingly tended him during his last infirmity, was long dead. She herself was happiest alone, in a villa her family owned on one of the lesser islands off the Dalmatian coast. I can see her puttering and gardening there in the company of her memories.

Finally, postmarked 02.04.13, but dated 26.03.13, a very brief letter came from London with a curious cancellation that reads “Royal Mail supports PROSTATE,” then something illegible, and finally “Delivering first class care for men.” It was from Philip Nizetic, who must be a son of Branko’s, and said “Dear Mr. Simon, It is with sadness that I am writing to you of my aunt Ljiljana’s (Nizetic-Marjanovic’s) death last month in Belgrade. Warmest wishes, [signature illegible].”

I immediately wrote back to him asking for further particulars, but got no answer.  I take a modest satisfaction from having made an 84-year-old woman feel briefly young and beautiful again.

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Top 10 Tulane Packing List for Freshman

Ok class of 2019, you're moving into Tulane in one week! Hard to believe that after all the work, late night essay writing, numerous college visits, deposit-submitting, prom and graduation, it's here! College is finally here. I hope you all are getting excited to make the move to New Orleans, or what I refer to as: The Greatest City in the World. 

Today's blog is going to help you prepare for making that move to Tulane and New Orleans. After my fourteen years here and thirteen classes of Tulane students, including my own, I figured I could easily impart my wisdom for some things that you should bring with you. So, without further ado, I bring to you...

 Jeff's List of Ten Things You Should Bring to Tulane

But, before you read this list, check out our brand new video about what to bring to campus, straight from our students. 

1) Flip flops- The average temperature in New Orleans never goes below 50 degrees, and it stays flip-flop weather pretty much year round. My students have told me that the flip-flop is the official shoe of Tulane. So bring lots of pairs of them, and be prepared to wear them pretty much year-round.


2) Rain Boots- If the flip-flop is the official shoe of Tulane, then the Rain Boot comes in a close second. Afternoon showers (read: afternoon torrential downpours) are frequent in the late summer here in New Orleans. And because we are a city below sea level, every drop of rain that lands in the city needs to be pumped out. So let's just say puddles are a common occurrence around Tulane on rainy days. And guys, don't think that the boots are just for the ladies. Hunter Rain Boots are lookin' pretty cool these days.


3) Sporting equipment- I was totally glad I brought my lacrosse gear down to Tulane my freshman year. Whether it was just for throwing the ball around out front of my residence hall in Monroe Quad or for my time I spent playing with the Tulane club lacrosse team, I was glad I had my gear with me. So if you play field hockey, tennis, baseball, golf, etc., bring your stick, racket, mitt, clubs, etc. You'll find plenty of friends on your floor who will be down to throw around with you or hit the links in Audubon Park Golf Course, right across the street from Tulane. It's a great way to meet new people, too. And you'll need it for our over 50 club sports. 

Audbon Park is right across the street from Tulane.

4) Musical equipment- The kid on my floor who had his guitar was an instant hit in our late night jam sessions on Monroe 9 (circa 2002, I'm old, I know. Do you kids even call them jam sessions anymore?) If you play something, bring it. For you upright bass and drummers, maybe keep those at home, or contact the music department to see if they can store your instrument for you, because those won't fit in your room.

5) Power Strip- There are lots of outlets in the residence halls, but having a power strip or surge protector was a big help for all those things that you'll need to plug in.


6) Some nice clothing- Guys, bring a nice blazer or a suit and tie. Ladies, a nice dress or two will help. You're bound to attend some sort of nice event (Wall Prom, maybe a fraternity formal, etc.) and you'll want to have a few nice things to wear. We are a very laid back campus in terms of dress (as in, you don't need to dress up for the football games unless you want to) and things here in NOLA are quite casual, but some nice clothing will definitely come in handy.


7) USB Flash Drive- We've got labs and printers all over campus. Bring a flash drive in case you need to print or transfer your paper or data somewhere.


8) Duct Tape, screw driver, and paper towels- because you never know when you'll need these.

9) I'm using number nine to share a few things you shouldn't bring- All your high school stuff (your Letterman jacket, every club t-shirt from high school, etc. High School was then, Tulane is now. Start anew! And trust me, you'll get 100 free t-shirts in the first month here at Tulane.) Also leave your candles and incense at home; they are outlawed in the residence halls.

10) An open mind and a positive attitude- Ok ok ok, I know you rolled your eyes at that one. But I am serious. You are about to embark on the best four years of your life. I know around 1,000 of my friends from Tulane who would give anything you be in your shoes right now and do it all over again. Meet everyone. Don’t judge anyone. Leave your high school drama in high school. Try new things. Have an adventure. Make friends all over the place. By the end of the first week, you'll have 100 new numbers in your cell phone under things like "Tanya Memphis" and "Jackie Chemistry Class" and "Green shirt Mark from Riverboat Cruise". (Funny thing is, I still have a lot of my friends from freshman year in my phone as their names that I put them in as when I first met them. And Tanya from Memphis still calls me Jeff Thrift Lax when she sees me (I used to exclusively wear thrift store t-shirts back in the day. Anyways...))

So go out there and enjoy yourself! And don't forget your rain boots! Have a great year, class of 2019.

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Jeff's Things to do Around NOLA Part 9: Upper Magazine Street

The Good Wood-designed District Hand Pies

Last week we had a chance to check out a number of great two-day itineraries for a trip to NOLA. This week, it's back to one of our popular blog features, Things to Do Around NOLA. We're up to part nine, and you can see all of the previous places we have been at the end of this post.

TTDANOLA this time around is taking us just a short trip away from campus, over to upper Magazine Street. Any local will tell you that Magazine is one of the coolest streets in town; it's one of the spots you're most likely to find Tulane students on their nights and weekends. Magazine is six miles long and runs parallel to St. Charles Ave. all the way from Audubon Park to the French Quarter. It's got some of the best food, drink and shopping in the entire city. Magazine is divided into three unofficial sections: upper Mag, Garden District Mag and LGD Mag. I just made these sections up, but I bet most would agree.

Upper Magazine Street is the far Uptown area bordered by Audubon Park on the Uptown side and Jefferson Ave on the downtown side. Accessing this ten block area is easy by foot or streetcar. If you're leaving the Office of Admission, simply walk the .8 mile loop through Audubon. Make a left onto Magazine, and voila! Start your journey down this section of Mag. Along the way, you'll see some of my favorite spots in town.

Ready? Lets go! In order of Uptown to down:

Monkey Hill Bar: I love this little upscale cocktail bar. It's a great spot for a nice drink, a date night, or a night out with your friends to hear some great live music on special nights. It's named after Monkey Hill in Audubon Park, which is the highest point in New Orleans at a whopping 20 feet above sea level.

Perlis Clothing: Ever seen anyone wearing a polo shirt with a crawfish on the breast? Of course you have, they're everywhere in NOLA. And they are from Perlis. Perlis is a fan favorite of many Tulane students, and a polo from Perlis is the perfect graduation gift.

Perlis shirts in all their glory 

Fresh Bar: Great fresh salads and great discounts for Tulane students. Plus, use your Splash Card here to pay with your Tulane NOLA bucks!

Reginelli's Pizzeria: Another staple in the Tulane diet. Great pizza and salads, and they have locations all over town. This restaurant delivers to Tulane. A lot. You can also head right across the street to pizza rival Slice. They've got one of the best BBQ shrimp po'boys in town, IMO.

Dirty Coast: In New Orleans, we love our t-shirts. We also love our inside jokes. Dirty Coast combines the two. I don't know of any city that has more catch phrases, one-liners, nicknames and insider things than New Orleans. Dirty Coast takes all of them and puts them on a shirt.

District Hand Pie and Coffee Bar: The folks who brought you District: Donuts/Sliders/Brew on LGD Mag just opened this cute little pie and coffee shop serving up some delicious miniature pies. Talk about nom. Bonus, the inside was designed by one of my Tulane fraternity brothers at Good Wood NOLA. It's a super neat spot.

I promise not to scare you if you take my RIDE. Too much. 

Romney Pilates Center: If you don't know what Romney Pilates is by now, well then you just must not be an avid blog reader! Romney is the premier fitness studio in NOLA. And I am not just saying that because I instruct there, cuz Lea Michele agrees with me. There are specialty classes in Pilates, TRX, boxing, cycling and many others. If fitness is your thing, like it is mine, you will love this spot. My classes are packed with Tulane students looking to get their sweat on. Check out RIDE here.

Whole Foods: After your workout, directly across the street is our main Whole Foods. It's built in a converted streetcar barn, hence the name Arabella Station.

Lanterns in the back patio at St. Joes (photo cred foodio54.com)

St. Joe's Bar: Another one of my favorite bars in New Orleans. St. Joe's has this awesome back patio that is great for a balmy spring or summer evening. Not to miss are their famous blueberry mojitos (for when you are 21, of course).

Hazelnut: Did you know that Bryan Batt of Mad Men fame is a Tulane alum? Did you also know that he owns this neat little home accessories shop right on Magazine? If you get lucky, he might even be there when you visit.

Bryan Batt in his store. (photo cred gonola.com)

Jean Therapy: I'm not a huge shopper, except for once a year when I usually blow it all out of the water, so when I do need a fresh pair of jeans, I always head to Jean Therapy. A great selection of stuff for guys and ladies. It's also nestled in a block of Magazine with all sorts of other great stores that you ladies will love.

There is a lot more to see and do on upper Magazine Street, but this list is my starting point for you all. Enjoy yourself and have a great walk!

The inside of RIDE at Romney

Various choices at Fresh Bar (photo cred Fresh Bar)

Previous TTDANOLA:

Part 8: The CBD
Part 7- Maple Street
Part 6- The Bywater
Part 5- Oak Street
Part 4- Freret Street (on second thought, don't even bother with that one. So much has been added to this awesome street, walking distance from Tulane, that we need to write the sequel to that blog)
Part 3- Mid City
Part 2- Frenchman Street
Part 1- Magazine Street (the original post, thus somewhat dated)

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CPE REVIEW Sample Tomorrowland

A REVIEW : 280 – 320 words

I watched quite recently an American science-fiction film entitled "Tomorowland", which was produced by Brad Pitt and stars George Clooney.  It was released in 2015 and set mainly in Enchanted Kingdom-like theme parks in the USA.

The film tells the story of a teenager bursting with scientific curiosity and a former boy-genius inventor, who embark on a dangerous mission to unearth the secrets of a mysterious place. The story begins with the opening of "The Universal Exhibition" in 1964.  A young man comes to present his latest invention and somehow finds himself propelled into a futuristic town, to which only the greats inventors and  scientists have access. The plot follows with ups and downs as the main two characters  tackle a series of problems, living unexpected events which will forever change the face of the world and their own destiny. The film offers a  spectacular insight of a futuristic world thanks to its  3D-effects, and is gripping enough to retain the viewer’s interest throughout the end. 

What makes Tomorrowland ideal for English learners is that it suits students of all levels, as words can be easily picked up by associating them to the images in the screen. In addition to this, its light-hearted plot fits young people and families. 

On this account, I strongly recommend watching  "Tomorrowland" as an additional material to English courses, regardless of the level. Watching it does not only enable students to learn new words, fixed phrases and idioms, but it is also of great help in terms of listening practice.

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Posted by SYB

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