21 oct. 2016

24 de outubro. Día das bibliotecas.

Como tódolos anos, para festexar este día, facemos unha recomendación dende a nosa biblioteca.
Nesta ocasión, os libros que vos propoñemos tratan sobre o mundo do libro, así que, botade unha ollada e vide á biblioteca a por eles!

Asemade, o día 24, poderedes visualizar no vestíbulo do instituto unha presentación que titulamos  "Bibliotecari@s de cine"!

30 sept. 2016


Comezamos este curso a nosa andaina conmemorando o centenario de dous estupendos autores, Roald Dalh e Buero Vallejo.

Para iso, contamos cunha pequena mostra na Biblioteca de obras de Buero Vallejo, e mostrámosvos aquí o folleto do material que podedes atopar sobre Roald Dalh.

21 sept. 2016


Ola a todos os alumnos, profesores e compoñentes da comunidade do IES  Concepción Arenal.
Despois de gozar deste espléndido verán empezamos o novo curso con enerxías renovadas.
Invitámosvos a todos a pasar pola biblioteca para contarnos as vosas ideas, para pedirnos libros ou películas, para estudar, para investigar, para amosarnos os vosos traballos...
Xa sabedes onde estamos, achegádevos canto antes!

23 jun. 2016

17 jun. 2016


A exposición sobre este tema estivo no vestíbulo do noso centro todo o curso.  Pero tamén queremos que esté no noso blog.

Ademáis, mostrámosvos tamén o estupendo traballo de varias alumnas en relación ao tema deste ano e agradecemos de paso a súa colaboración.

10 jun. 2016


Hoxe publicamos no noso blog os catro relatos gañadores do concurso organizado polo departamento de inglés en colaboración coa biblioteca.

O martes 14 de xuño, no segundo recreo, faremos entrega dos premios e diplomas na nosa biblioteca.



   I stare in my reflection at the mirror: Am I ready for this? Do I look insecure? Should I brush my hair again? Will I fit in? ... But most of all, I need to know, when will I stop doing this to myself?
   I put my make up on and smile. No more thoughts for now; I´ve spent the whole summer wondering if I was able to start at a new school, make new friends, move on… Am I? Anyway, it doesn´t matter at all. I need to do it, I can do it. Let´s go for it.
   I get ready to go while I listen to my favourite song. I´m feeling confident about this, and I like it so much. I take one last minute remembering everything about my old life and then I let it go for good.
   I´m about to enter the class. I take a deep breathe and open the door: It´s time to start a new story… And to end this one.

                                                  Elena Ramírez Estraviz (3º ESO A)

                                                                 BAD DREAMS
Arip Mav, our protagonist, got up in the middle of a thick fog. She couldn´t see anything but she wasn´t an easily frightened person, so Arip Mav started to walk. Few minutes later she found a tombstone but there wasn´t any name in it, the woman looked around and saw other eight tombstones which formed a perfect circle. Suddenly one name appeared in the first tombstone and Arip Mav could read "Cc".
-  Excuse me -said a voice behind her. Arip Mav looked around and saw a skeleton in front of her.
- Who are you? -asked the woman.
- Who am I? I am Cc and this is my tombstone. I´d like to go to bed before the night ends.
- Who are the others?
- Others?
- Who does the tombstones belong to?
- Of course -laughed Cc-. You can´t remember them, right? Let me start with this -said and point at the tombstone which was on the right -This is yours. You died a long time ago... Arip Mav- and the name of the woman appeared in the tombstone.

Arip Mav woke up on her bed in the middle of the night and looked around. All was in darkness. Suddenly someone switched on the light.
- What is the matter? -asked Ryettmah one of her roommates.
- Nothing. It was... only a bad dream.
- Yes -said Ryettmah ironically-, that was the last "terror story´s night" for all of us -said and looked the other two roommates, who were sleeping-. You can´t sleep after it.
                                                                                                                                                                                                    Ana María Rodríguez Vizoso (1ºBac F)

                                      THE DREAMER BOY

There was a boy who lived in a small village. There the people were so poor that spent hours thinking about how to get something to eat. Poverty and sadness were everywhere. The boy was the only who didn´t see life from a negative point of view. So everyone called him the dreamer.

The dreamer boy used to say that having dreams was the best way to be alive. His main dream was to see the sea for first time. When people asked about his interest about the sea the dreamer boy always answered: "I have heard old sailor stories since I was a little boy. So I want to know the sea where such amazing things happened".

A few years later, the dreamer boy became an adult. He had no time to dream because he had to get money to feed his family. But this was a very difficult thing: there was any job that he could do in that small village.

Looking for the best way to solve his problems he took an important decision: he was going to leave his home village to find another place rich enough to find a job. He hadn´t enough money to buy a ticket plane so he crossed the region on foot. A few days later, he arrived to a coast village and got into an old boat with about fifty passengers.

This was how the dreamer boy was able to see the sea for first time in his life.

                                        Lidia Arribí Bouza (3º ESO B)


It’s never been told  I’m a faint-hearted, in fact, though many people consider me a  

shrinking violet, I’m quite a courageous person (you’ve always known it). But lately,  

fear is coming out of the blue, and it’s all because of you. I reckoned I’d already  

mended my soul and I took for granted that your absence would stop hurting with time.  

Actually, in some way it has, but currently I have to cope with the presence of your  

living memory and that makes me fall to bits.   

One day I told you the lie that I’d go wherever and whenever you wanted to go, and  

now I’m telling your ghost the same, though this time I’m not tricking anyone. All those  

tiny details in my life make me think of you and it’s like an addiction that kills me while  

I’m living a fairy-tale fantasy.   

I try to give up dreaming and sometimes I’m on the brink of achieving my aim, but  

every so often a hidden post script reminds me again of you. Maybe I’ll run out of time  

eventually and that spine-chilling nightmare will come to an end, but at the moment,  

I’m eager to tie up all the loose ends and find what prevents me from starting from  

scratch. However, I keep answering the question with my lack of willingness, because  

forgetting you requires sheer power, and the truth is that my messy heart still refuses to  

let you go.   

                                                                        Lidia González Teijido  (4º ESO A)

3 jun. 2016


Deixámosvos no blog  a presentación da exposición Presenzas que fixeron os alumnos de Artes na materia de Volume.

Aínda a podedes desfrutar na Biblioteca do centro!

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24 may. 2016


O noso Club de lectura decidíu participar na iniciativa da Deputación da Coruña 
#OMeuManuelMaría somos nós, e Lara, Noa, Claudia e Marta leron o poema "Galiza".

Con todos os participantes montouse un video colectivo.
Deixovos  os dous videos para que poidades disfrutar dos versos do poeta:

13 may. 2016


Como xa fumos avisando, este Martes, 10 de maio,  grabouse un programa especial de Radio Filispim na biblioteca do noso IES.

Este Sábado, 14 de maio, poderedes escoitalo en diferido de 19:00 a 21:00 horas (93.9 FM) e vía streaming en http://opaii.blogspot.com

Agradecemos dende aquí a todos os que participaron e fixeron posible o programa, e especialmente, a Mª José Campello, que foi a que ideou este evento!

8 may. 2016


O martes 17 de maio celébrase o Día das Letras Galegas, unha data, que desde 1963 -co gallo do centenario da publicación de Cantares Gallegos de Rosalía de Castro- está consagrada á promoción da nosa literatura e a nosa lingua. Desde a Biblioteca “Saturnino Hermida”, sumámonos á Festa das Letras e homenaxeamos ao elixido este ano, o grande poeta chairego Manuel María, cunha presentación divulgativa sobre a súa figura e a súa obra.

A presentación ten 83 diapositivas e, como leva moitas fotos e, a maiores, música,  é posible que tarde un chisco en abrir (xa sabedes, os arquivos wav teñen moito peso…) , pero paga a pena esperar para poder escoitar a Fuxan o Ventos e a Luar na Lubre. Así que, tomádeo con calma e agardade uns segundiños.  Dicía Rousseau: “A paciencia é amarga, pero o seu froito é doce”.