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Q1. Write a speech by Lennar Acosta at a press conference about how his life was transformed by the inspirational Jose Antonio Abreu, and also by music. In your speech, include the following: • what his past was like • how he was introduced to music, and how it changed him • the achievements of the music program, discussed Think carefully about the purpose of your speech, and the audience for whom it is intended. By Jibraeil Aatif Anwar


Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! It is very much evident that you all know who I am. For those who do not, I am Lennar Acosta, a graduate of Jose Antonio Abreu’s music program, a valuable part of the Caracas Youth Orchestra, a student at the Simon Bolivar Conservatory, and a teacher of the many young who aspire to be clarinetists in the future. You are all gathered here today to hear about my life-story, so, without further ado, allow me to begin.

The people who have researched about me, and who have gone in-depth trying to do so, would know about my past. I was a miserable person, a victim of the circumstances, who had no choice but to retaliate with robbery and drugs, as a way to take out that unhappiness; I even ended up getting very bad knife-marks on my face, as a result of this bad-mood-inflicting criminal life. It all seemed as if this was the right path to go on, the one that would lead me to success.

I was wrong, however, and was arrested nine times for it, until the authorities declared it too unsafe to release me a ninth time, after which they sent me to a state-home for law-breaking, abused and abandoned children. It seemed as though all hope had been lost, that there was no way to get out of this horrifically depressive slump. Who could help me? Who could find the cure to my cancer-like depression? Who could get me to gain a better reputation not just in the eyes of society, but in the eyes of my heart-broken parents? Who?

My short time at the state-home was when that hope arrived, in the form of Jose Antonio Abreu, one of the most influential people in the country today, my teacher, my mentor, my role-model and much, much more. Unlike everyone else, he saw a great deal of potential in me, and thought that I could accomplish great things in life. So, he offered to take me, as well as the other children, into his state-funded classical music program, which he calls a social service.

At first, when I was introduced to all these musical instruments at the age of fifteen, I was quite puzzled. Befuddled, even. What was I supposed to do with all these? Were they meant to improve me in any way? But, then, afterwards, I slowly started getting better at this craft, and even received a great deal of affection, to add onto that. I was genuinely enjoying myself, and was driven to prove myself as one of the top musicians in the country. I even cut all ties with my former criminal gang, and am now the musician you see before you today.

What of the achievements of this music program? There are several of them, in fact; about four-hundred-thousand of the children in Venezuela have passed it, and are now pursuing prestigious careers in music-making. It has spurred no less than twenty-two similar programs in other Latin-American countries, and not only that, but thanks to its own self and outside help, it also has a budget of twenty-five million dollars, and eighty-five percent of the students are of low-income. With such great achievements, it seems that nothing can bring it down.

Most importantly, however, other children with bad lives, beside myself, have also greatly benefitted from the program. For example, Wilfrido Galarraga, once an everyday boy who was content with routine, is now twenty-one, and has also been enrolled into the National Youth Orchestra. When his neighbors normally used to get disturbed by his playing music with laundry, they now ask him to play at several events. Via persuasion and understanding, he even got his high-school-flunking brother to pass high-school, and also pursue a career in music.

As I have nothing left to say, and my speech comes to a close, I want to dedicate all my humble gratitude to Mr. Jose Antonio Abreu, my spiritual grandfather, ‘El Maestro’, and much, much more. Without him, me – as well as many other children – would not be what they are today. If he was intending to find a method alternative of sports, to help out all those who are poor and suffering in the world, then he is certainly making an impact. Thank you, and good night!

Sky High: Air Traffic Controller Q. Write a talk by Becky Evans about her job as an air traffic controller at Swanwick. Include • How she got the job • The job pressure and how she handles it • How does she deal with emergencies


“Hello there everyone! My name us Becky Evans and I am here today to talk to you about air traffic control. Now who here wants to be a pilot in the future?

Well, I would like to say that being an air traffic controller is infact a very intense job but with some training it is a good field of work with a great income.

Now I never meant to get into air traffic control but here I am. Who would have thought the girl who wanted to get into the army would become an air traffic controller?

Unfortunately, I got rejected because  I snapped a ligament in my knee while hiking up Mount Everest. Oh what an eventful day that was!

As I obviously did not have a chance to get into the army, a fresh student out of university looking for alternatives I stumbled upon the air traffic controller field.

A dear friend of mine, Stacy would always tell me about the environment of being in air traffic control. Now she had already started training while I was still hunting for a job. So I thought to myself, why not join her?

So I did my research. I watched the documentaries, read the articles, and I also went with Stacy to watch her practice.

The more I read and researched, I thought, ‘this sounds right up my alley’.

Now, I vaguely remember sitting in my dorm room one night with Stacy. We had just packed up to move into our apartments. We were watching a movie and it showed a scene where the pilot was panicking because he had no idea how to land his plane.

Well can you guess who helped this pilot in distress? Ofcourse, it was the air traffic controller. Who else?

The air traffic controller in this scene guides the pilot through a heavy storm and helps him land the plane on a field of grass and mud.

I am sure all of you can see how I was gradually being motivated to get into this field. So I headed straight to the College of Air Traffic Control in Bournemouth. Now the thing about training is that even after three years of studying, research, and practice. You are still kept on training for a year or two after while on the job.

As I mentioned before it is an intense job but with the years of training; and not to mention years of training on the job definitely helps with the pressure.

The worst it gets is about twenty five aircrafts flying around violently in the sky. This usually happens at four in the morning  to ten in the morning.

That is still bearable but what would make my nerves really tense would be if there was an issue with the aircraft itself like an engine failure or decompression….

Now with problems like these I cannot do much other than deal with it with the given resources, like an emergency landing.

Thankfully though, these high pressure emergencies are quite uncommon thanks to a bunch of different systems to prevent mid-air collisions.

Although these emergencies rarely ever occurred, this one time in eight years of my line of work I dealt with an engine failure.

And I still to this day cannot forget who scared I was. I thought I could not do it! But I did.

With no other solutions in mind, I guided the pilot; sir Sanchaz for an emergency landing. The immense feeling of pride and happiness knowing  that I help landing that plane. Now reasons like these are why I love my job.

I urge everyone here to do some research and just for the sake of experience I am offering a five day trip.

I would love for all of you to come and see me at work while also being able to experience first hand.

Thank you so much for listening and I hope to see every single one of you!”


A Frozen World Write a speech about Loiusa Waugh about her stay in the remote village of Tsengal. Include • Describe what a regular day is like • Her time at school • Her conversation with Sansar Huu


“Hello! My name is Louisa Waugh and I am going to tell you about my difficult and life changing experience.
Now I never thought I would actually be able to take this trip and adapt to my surroundings. Coming from a small, hot town like Texas then going to Tsengal was a life changing experience!

Now even though a day in Texas was long, sunny and warm, a day in Tsengal esd bitter cold and mostly pretty dark.

It was no longer sunny yellow skies and warm winds. There was always a stinging feeling in the air and the wind would practically numb every inch of my body.

Every morning, I would make an extravagant, hug mug of coffee followed by another one! Not only was this an energizer in the early hours before work but also something to warm me up before the day started.

Another fun morning activity was the whole act of walking to school for work in the morning. Although there was not much sunshine early in the morning, by the time I would be halfway there the sun would gradually brighten and it become sunny.

Now what’s very interesting and personally, this amused me intensely. My friend and also neighbor, Sansar Huu and I had a run in before I was off for work.
And can you guess what she told me? She tells me that this, this is the ‘warm’ weather here and it will only get colder.

Now what just a minute, I know I might be boring you with all this talk about the weather but you have to admit that minus forty eight degrees is absolutely mind boggling.

I think we should all take a minute to be grateful that here in Texas the ice does not need to be boiled just so we can have a sip of water.

Now I will be completely honest, although I am so grateful for being back in Texas I genuinely think every single one of you should take a trip to a completely different city or country at least once in your life time.

This trip made me even more grateful for being back home! Knowing that I do not have to wear thousands of layers just to keep myself from freezing to death.

A few things I enjoyed even more was the snow, although there was way too much of it I will never forget treading in the snow, snowball fights and building snowmen with my students after school.

And speaking of the students, this reminds me of the wonderful times with the children.

And not just that but the experience gives me so much gratitude that my own children do not have to live a life that is as difficult as the one in Tsengal.

Even though the weather was brutal and the wood was not always lit by a fire, almost every single person in that area was always cheerful and optimistic.

I never once met anyone in a bad mood or with a frown on their lips and that is one thing I think we all should learn from the people in Tsengal.

I have learnt so much from the place Tsengal, the people there, and their lifestyle over all.

This leads me to be extremely thankful that here, the world is much more developed. And yes, I use the term ‘world’ because Tsengal did infact feel like a whole new world. It felt just a little like I may have gone back in time.

Now I hope everyone here decides to take a trip and go somewhere distant for a while. It truly is a life changing experience. And I promise you will be a whole new and improved person by the end of it.

Thank you so much for listening!”


Talk “A trip to the Venetian glass factory” by Shameer Abdullah


“Hello everyone. My name- my name is John Snow. But all of you already know that and if you do not, now you do. I have been called upon to talk about, trip to the Venetian glass factory. What a beautiful place it was! I have got to say that there were no roads. I mean can you believe it? No cars mean no pollution. Wow!

So my trip to Venice took place about a week ago. Venice is a small city in Italy. It is known best for its water-ways and bridges that connect about one hundred and fifty small islands. That’s more than I can count I am just messing around with you. But i mean a hundred and fifty islands. It is also well-known for its water taxis and gondolas. Does anyone over here know what are gondolas? … Thought so. Gondolas are small boats that are used to travel around in Venice to travel around in Venice. This is nothing! Venice has some of the most veteran and skilled glass blowers in the world! Most of these gondolas have their own drivers.

Venice has some of the most fascinating glass factories. I was given a tour to the whole factory. Loved it. When you look at gas factory, you think you are in the past like around 200 BCE. Beautiful sculptures of glass give you a very warm welcome. I have no words to describe that. So colourful and delicate. Muah!

Then as you enter the room, where the masters of glass make glass with such care. A very hot burst of heat welcomes you. The air over there is heavy. The heat over there is very hot and soothing.

You all might be wondering how all the glass pieces are sculpted. The glass goes through a great deal of. Firstly, the craftsmen remove a specific amount of the molten glass from the furnace with a blowpipe.  Sphere of molten glass gathers on one end. Now the craftsmen removes and rolls one a flat sheet of thick steel called the marvel. Oh sorry, its marver. With the help of this it gets its shape. The craftsman blows into one end of the blowpipe to create the molten glass bubble and gets its final shape.

This is how sphere gets its shape but now the main part is left. But what is left is beautified and decoration. This process has to be carried out very carefully.

Special tools such as tweezers are used to mould the glass. Different mineral are used to add colour. For example in order to get green colour (my favourite) you add cobalt.

So my fellow classmates, ,y advice to you is do go to Venice this summer. You people can thank me later. So as I have already told you about Venice, I hope it encouraged you. I would like to recommend you guys to go to Venice and explore yourselves. Have a good day! What you have been waiting of is here. Good-bye! “

‘For Venezuela’s Poor, Music Opens Doors Pg: 69 Q. Write a speech by Lennar Acosta at a press conference about how his life was transformed by the inspirational Jose Antonio Abreu and also by music. In your speech include the following: • What was his past like • How he was introduced to music and how it changed him • Discuss the achievements of the music program Think carefully about the purpose of your speech and the audience for whom it is intended.’ By Zoraiz Syed


“A very good morning to all of you! I am Lennar Acosta, member of the Caracas Youth Orchestra and a teacher of clarinets. My purpose of holding this press conference is to tell you how I turned my life around.

Before my life was turned around by ‘El Maestro Jose Antonio Abreu, I was a very horrid teenager, worse than usual teens! I had been arrested at least nine times for drug abuse and robberies; I also got into a great deal of fights. You can see these scars on my face. I was living a very hard life and was in some extremely tough situations. If I could go back in time and make amends, I would certainly change my past.

However, there was a good thing that came out of all this. A year into my youth sentence, I met El Maestro who taught me about music and this was the first step into my new life.

Jose Antonio Abreu taught me more than music. He restored hope in me, trusted me when no one did and believed in me. When people were afraid of me, he was the one who understood me and allowed me to open up.

The music that was taught to me really changed my life-literally! I memorized many orchestras and I also cut off ties with my previous criminal gang. Since I had come from a humble family, music was a new and interesting thing for me. it brought me happiness, comfort and fueled me with passion to do good.

This music program has achieved a great deal for all of us here in Venezuela. There are nearly 400,000 children who have passed through this program and their future has become brighter.

There were a great deal of people who were criminals before but through this program they have become teachers of various instruments or are now studying in very good schools to further improve their lifestyle.

Another great thing is that this program motivated other areas, such as Latin America, to start programs to support the poor. This has also led to many children joining foreign orchestras and earning a good name for themselves and their countries.

I would like to thank you all for listening and would end with a saying of El Maestro: ‘Music makes us all better human beings!’ Thank you!”

‘A Trip to the Venetian Glass Factory Pg: 57 Q. You are one of the visitors at the Venetian Glass factory. Write a talk for your class while including the following points: • Describe Venice and the view of the Venetian Glass factory • How are glass pieces sculpted • How are these pieces decorated Think carefully about the purpose of your talk and the audience for whom it is intended.’ by Zoraiz Syed


“Hello everyone! Most of you already know me but for those who do not, I am John Cena. Most of you also know that I love to travel. Recently, I was on a vacation in Venice and I discovered some very interesting things there which I will enlighten you with today.

Many people have the impression that Venice is like an ocean. This is true, to some extent. The streets of Venice are very unique. Instead of brick-made roads, my fellow students, there are gorgeous, blue water streams! And to cross these streets you do not require a car or a bike. Instead, you need only travel in ‘gondolas.’

Gondolas are basically small rowing boats. They are very common on the water ways of Venice. You can either own one or rent it like a taxi. Most gondolas have their own ‘drivers’ who row it to your desired destination.

I am sure almost everyone of you thinks that Venice is famous for its watery streets. However, there is more to Venice than that. It is a big hub for art enthusiasts as it has some of the most fascinating glass factories of the world. I was given a real life tour of one such factory and now I will give you a tour too!

When you first look at the old glass factory, you are taken to the past as far back as 200BC. Entering the glass factory, you are greeted with a beautiful array of glass sculptures. They are the most colorful and delicate sculptures you will ever see.

Then, as you enter the room where the wizards of glass master their craft, you are greeted with a hot burst of heat. It is not the usual heat you feel from a hot object. Instead, it is a soothing, blissful heat that brings a feeling of calm to the visitor.

Now you may be wondering how glass is sculpted? This is a very sophisticated process and not everyone can do this.

The craftsman starts this craft by first removing a specific amount of the molten glass from the furnace with a blowpipe. A sphere of molten glass accumulates on one side of the blowpipe which the craftsman removes and rolls over a flat sheet of steel called a marver. This gives it the final shape. Lastly, the craftsman blows into the open end of the blowpipe to create the molten glass bubble and shapes it into the final piece.

This was just the creation of the sphere. The main part that is now left is beautification and décor. This is a very delicate process.

The artists use special tweezers to mold the glass into the desired shape. To add color, the artists use different minerals. For example, to get a dark green color, copper is added and to get a blue color, cobalt is added. This gives these elegant sculptures the beauty they give off.

So my fellow classmates, this is one of the wonders of Venice. People mostly think that Venice is only known for its water ways and gondolas. But now you are some of the rare people who know about this spectacular art. I would like to encourage you to go to Venice and see this art for yourself. I appreciate you for listening. Ciao!”

‘A Journalistic Talk titled ‘A Passage to Africa’’ written by Koodoruth Idriss


“Good morning dear children. My name is George Alagiah and I am a journalist working for the BBC. I came here today to share the experiences I had in Somalia, during the civil war between the end of 1991 and December 1992.

According to me, journalists are the most lucky people on Earth. They are the ones experiencing the joys of the people worldwide and they do the honourable task of sharing their experiences to the public to make them aware of the situation around the globe. I had the chance to be among those privileged men and had the task to report on the plight of the Somalians following the civil war which engulfed their country.

As I crissed-crossed Somalia in the research of sensational news, I encountered thousands of lean, scared and betrayed faces. Everyday, I saw people suffering and dying from lack of medical assistance and famine. There, death is but a deliverance from the state of half-life the Somalians are going through.

I also reported on a mother going in search of food for her family. But on her return she found the lifeless body of her child, which she resigned herself to without a moan.

If one ever stepped into a hut, one would see elderly persons, left behind by their families which have left in their survival search, slowly dying of agony, recycling putrid air through their lungs due to the lack of medical care. Unable to move because of either a shattered leg which has started rotting or simply having nowhere to go. One can observe slow death approaching through their sick, yellow eyes and the struggling breath against death.

Many of them were dying a slow death suffering from the pangs of hunger and diseases, including wounds inflicted by retreating soldiers of the deposed dictator.

Seeing all this and given the lack of international solidarity to assist, I was filled with revulsion. Even though I encountered this desolate scene on a daily basis which did not appall me anymore, I could not stay indifferent to the meekness of the developed world. The degeneration of the human body by the evils of hunger and diseases is something disgusting that can be felt but not conveyed on TV reports.

I could also not subside the feeling of pity and respect for these voiceless victims as even in this dire state, they aspired to a dignity almost impossible to achieve. The old woman would cover her frail body with a soiled cloth when anyone gazed at her and the old dying man would keep his hoe next to the mat that would become his shroud as if he meant to go out and till the soil once all this suffering would end. Those people were so embarrassed to be found in such a condition that they gave me a wry smile. That smile turned the tables and the tacit agreement on the relationship between the active journalist and the passive subject. ie the dying person, becomes a reversible one.

Therefore my lasting impression on Somalia is a vision of famine away from the headlines, a famine of quiet suffering and lonely death fueled by the rift between rich and poor.

My dear children, you are the leaders of tomorrow and I came to warn you of the inequality that prevails in this world so that you might be aware of it and prepare yourselves to make the world a better place for all. Always remember not to indulge in destruction and remain modest and look after your fellow beings in difficulty.  This is why I wanted to talk to you, to advise you on the conduct you should adopt and be sensitive to these deplorable happenings. I have great expectations for you and hope that you will do what is best. I thus take leave from you and say from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for listening to me.”

‘Write the text of a talk given by a journalist to a group of teenagers’ by Shehryar Mir


“My name is George Alagiah, and I am a reporter for BBC. Today I would like to talk to you young folk about my trip to Africa for the coverage of the Somalian War.

My journey never really stopped the second I had step foot there. Thin, haggard faces were thrown about. Thin, poverty stricken bodies with sunken white eyes stared at me. The scene was unfathomable.

I had walked around to find myself in Gufgadud, a village that was perpetual dread. I walked past a lot of the journalists, and cameramen hustling about. We were looking for striking and grotesque scenes to picture.

There was a woman, I remember, Amina, who had gone out to try her luck on finding anything edible. She had left her young girls on the ground of her hut. They were undeniably hungry. They were careworn and scrawny. They were just slowly dying.

There was an old woman who lied at one place and could not muster up the energy to find anything edible. The smell of her premises was just perilous. It all smelt and looked malodorous. I still remember that she had a putrefied, large wound on her shinbone.

The whole time, I found myself thinking, “how could have this happened?” there were young infants dying and grown men in there last days. I felt sorry for everyone living there. I felt bad for their lack of sustenance. Yet, I also felt disgust.

Even though everyone there was going through the obvious, they still carried their dignity. For example women there, even though careworn, still covered themselves when someone looked at them.

The moving aspect of my coverage was when a disheveled, lean, tired and scrawny old man looked at me with a blank face, and turned away to smiling. Now, the smile was not a happy smile, nor was it any form of greeting. Later, through my translator, I found out that that brief smile was a smile of embarrassment. That made me think about the rich and the poor.

Now lets all try and make a difference. This was my realization; what was yours?

Thank you for letting me speak today. I really appreciate this.”

Journalistic Talk by Umair Shah


“My name is George Alagiah and I am a journalist for the BBC news channel. And I would like to share my experiences when I was in Africa covering the civil war in Somalia for the BBC. My experiences were ghastly and I have been asked to come here and share my moments spent in Africa.

I saw many weak, hungry and scared faces that can never be erased from my memories. There was Amina who had gone to look for food for her two daughters, who were near the point of death due to hunger. When she returned, one daughter had died, and the look on her was heart-touching.

The place had the smell of decaying flesh. As I neared the door of the hut of an old lady, the smell was more than ever. The woman was weak since she was shot in the leg. Her painful face with sick, yellow eyes was never to be forgotten.

My reaction to everyone else I met on the scene was a mixture of pity and revulsion as the human life was sucked by hunger and illness.

The most important face was of the person with a betrayed and uncanny smile. The face is what I cannot describe properly for I saw it only for a brief moment. That smile posed a question whether he was embarrassed to be seen in this way affected by thirst, hunger and disease. The moment that I regret the most is that I did not even ask his name.

It specifically, was this face that led me to write this story. Thank you for listening; I hope my talk had a positive impact in your hearts, and I hope you felt what I felt. Good bye!”