tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34034691037484103662012-02-16T02:22:56.178-08:00ceipgerardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10603948858923528401noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403469103748410366.post-53216455431889253142008-06-12T00:49:00.000-07:002008-06-20T03:57:10.327-07:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDnufeGCBI/AAAAAAAAANc/fkTqgU4ZuPk/s1600-h/01.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210919554775386130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDnufeGCBI/AAAAAAAAANc/fkTqgU4ZuPk/s400/01.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />La Constitución es para respetar las normas en toda España y que todos estemos bien. Además todos los compañeros de mi clase hemos hecho una Constitución para la clase de 1º C. La Constitución la votamos, se aprobó y la firmamos.<br /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213888731645440018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt0LVQjcBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-lsQ8Z69vic/s400/02.JPG" border="0" /> Casi en Navidad estábamos ensayando el villancico en el salón de actos. Lo cantamos entre todos los primeros. Como iban a ir todos los papás, las mamás, los hermanos, las primas y también los abuelos queríamos que saliera bien.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210919298337328674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDnfkKfziI/AAAAAAAAANM/KbBzc8KC3JA/s400/03.JPG" border="0" /><br />Estábamos muy nerviosos esperando salir al escenario. Estábamos vestidos de papá Noel y de pastores. Nos lo pasamos muy bien. </p><p align="center"> </p></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213889330411112338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt0uL1ah5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/L-O4bnKWqmw/s400/04.JPG" border="0" /><br />Nosotros y los demás primeros estábamos cantando el villancico titulado "El burrito sabanero" en el escenario del salón de actos. A los papás les gustó mucho y nos dieron un gran aplauso. </div><br /><div> </div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213889853967457522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt1MqO-XPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Qz0zO07qNRM/s400/05.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213889852409182354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt1Mkbc-JI/AAAAAAAAAOU/95IHeV7MKSg/s400/06.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDnDvR8nLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/Idij0LUfVTE/s1600-h/07.JPG"></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213889856989152722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt1M1fZxdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tR15UC8HpDE/s400/07.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDm5DLwCqI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wtD5bRm0U90/s1600-h/08.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213889859530432562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt1M-9SoDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EuhHsIsJUAw/s400/08.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmy2bt3WI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rd1DxFPjw8k/s1600-h/09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210918530147278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmy2bt3WI/AAAAAAAAAMc/rd1DxFPjw8k/s400/09.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmrXHIj9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/fvUNlk1bYf4/s1600-h/10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210918401480363986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmrXHIj9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/fvUNlk1bYf4/s400/10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Un día nos encontramos una caja mágica y la abrimos y apareció un hombrecillo de papel. Y había una carta y la leímos. Luego encontramos un libro y lo leímos y era de mucha pena. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmk3TSazI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZPZX2t1JP9I/s1600-h/11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210918289862191922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmk3TSazI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZPZX2t1JP9I/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /></a> La maestra abrió la caja y había un libro, una carta y un hombrecillo. El hombrecillo estaba en blanco. La carta decía que guardáramos la caja muy bien y también decía que llenáramos al hombrecillo con palabras muy bonitas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmdVqC73I/AAAAAAAAAME/omJW7p27yZg/s1600-h/12.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210918160571756402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmdVqC73I/AAAAAAAAAME/omJW7p27yZg/s400/12.JPG" border="0" /></a>El hombrecillo de papel antes tenía palabras e historias que hacían llorar a los niños y niñas. Se fue a una lavandería lo lavaron y lo plancharon y no podía hablar. Luego se fue donde estaban sus amigos, jugaron y cuando quería hablar no podía hablar y se puso triste. Luego nos pidió ayuda y nosotros le ayudamos encantados. Entonces nos dijo quién era la persona más importante para él.<br /></div><div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmM7NDZwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KgjBta1bT0c/s1600-h/13.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210917878592923394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmM7NDZwI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KgjBta1bT0c/s400/13.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmFzppqUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mRNHD2TyCkk/s1600-h/14.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210917756306303298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDmFzppqUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mRNHD2TyCkk/s400/14.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDl6ynu35I/AAAAAAAAALs/k2wb3tnphuY/s1600-h/15.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210917567051259794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDl6ynu35I/AAAAAAAAALs/k2wb3tnphuY/s400/15.JPG" border="0" /></a>Escribimos palabras bonitas y después hicimos unos dibujos muy bonitos y dibujamos unos corazones y la seño puso al hombrecillo en la pizarra.<br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213890470493022578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt1wi-H6XI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QjDImx_Obos/s400/16.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDlqnaZ_UI/AAAAAAAAALc/hnIMPKxkunM/s1600-h/17.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210917289164668226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDlqnaZ_UI/AAAAAAAAALc/hnIMPKxkunM/s400/17.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />El día del globo en mi clase. Cogimos un globo y colgamos un hombrecillo de papel. Y luego tiramos el globo al cielo. Y en el hombrecillo de papel ponía una noticia feliz.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213891132177675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt2XD8CdtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/-AwxAIrbqiE/s400/18.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDljnmunsI/AAAAAAAAALU/4TbJ3WVFNaM/s1600-h/18.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213891139564985730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt2XfdT3YI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QTSrPEP7mR4/s400/19.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213891139480151330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt2XfJFZSI/AAAAAAAAAPE/wCp1jmxxhfg/s400/20.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Salimos al patio a tirar un globo y atamos un mensaje al hombrecillo de papel y ponía en el mensaje cosas bonitas y tiramos el globo y llegó a otros lugares.<br /></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213892077072034626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFt3OD8aK0I/AAAAAAAAAPM/nptNpIeKU2Q/s400/21.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDlDxQaFKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_YTOCNCQR6U/s1600-h/21a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210916621792187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDlDxQaFKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_YTOCNCQR6U/s400/21a.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDk20VTGVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vTq05s22jHo/s1600-h/22.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210916399279708498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDk20VTGVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vTq05s22jHo/s400/22.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkq2sLHuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K8Ih8WZLb1E/s1600-h/23.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210916193754095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkq2sLHuI/AAAAAAAAAKs/K8Ih8WZLb1E/s400/23.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkVLBZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vs5NbemQmmE/s1600-h/24.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915821254689762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkVLBZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vs5NbemQmmE/s400/24.JPG" border="0" /></a>Primero nos maquillamos en la clase. Después salimos a la calle y desfilamos vestidos de muñeco de nieve y Pilar nos iba dando con la escoba.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkOiCUL9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-Wkt1yHfkyw/s1600-h/25.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915707173482450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkOiCUL9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/-Wkt1yHfkyw/s400/25.JPG" border="0" /></a>Todos estábamos desfilando por el mercadillo y la gente nos miraba.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkIeOKl0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZyJ7ApIERvE/s1600-h/26.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915603070228290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkIeOKl0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZyJ7ApIERvE/s400/26.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkBs8icxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rGXDQBWazlw/s1600-h/27.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915486763741970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDkBs8icxI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rGXDQBWazlw/s400/27.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDj3p5RqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bSrLyIagmbM/s1600-h/28.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915314146060338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDj3p5RqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bSrLyIagmbM/s400/28.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdiSnm9pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/D1s8-0f1rnA/s1600-h/29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210908350050924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdiSnm9pI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/D1s8-0f1rnA/s400/29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdXwLrtXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IqbnGcPjLTs/s1600-h/30.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210908169008297330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdXwLrtXI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IqbnGcPjLTs/s400/30.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdPcEopXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-sobxHvbWP0/s1600-h/31.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210908026171073906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDdPcEopXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-sobxHvbWP0/s400/31.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDc8JWFvCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HO_UdeOC3g4/s1600-h/32.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210907694726495266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDc8JWFvCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/HO_UdeOC3g4/s400/32.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXTeCCY_SqE/SFDc1bGO_LI/AAAAAAAAAJU/j1iPliyYqDU/s1600-h/33.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210907579232746674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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