Infomercial: Stress Away

This class was so funny. We had to create an advertisement for strange objects and try to sold it. So I will write what my group and I developed.

Are you tired of finger pain? Do you have problems to fill an online report?

We have the solution. We present the new "Stress Away". This extraordinary and unique massage device that makes you forgive that annoying pain. You only have to slide the Stress Away across your fingers and the hurt will dissapear. Your boss will be enchanted with you professionalism and dedication.

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Crockery

Today in class, I didn´t feel a creative girl but at home appeared a couple of ideas so, here is my story:

Men: Mrs. Smith borrowed me the crockery of my great-great-grandmother for the marriage of her daughter. Have you seen it?

Man: Ehh.. Mmm.. No. I haven’t

Men: I remember it was saved in the barn. I’m going to look for it.

Man: wait a moment, are you sure? I mean… mmm… 

Men: Yeah. I will keep it forever. We are talking about a family heirloom.

10 minutes later.

Men: darling, darling! The crockery disappeared! It’s impossible!

Man: Oh! Really? I can’t believe it.

Men: What can I do now? Oh, no! The family heirloom!

Man: Don’t worry. There’s no nothing you can do. I remember that two weeks ago I talked with Mr. Johnson and he told me he saw a stranger in our barn but he thought it was a cousin.

Men: what? Are you joking? It has a special sense for me!

Man: calm yourself, please! Tomorrow I’m going to buy new crockery.

Men: No, It’s not the same. Please, let me alone.

Man (thinking): What did I do? She deserves to know it. Tomorrow I’m going to tell her.

Another day.

Man: darling, I need to talk with you. Please, sit down and listen.

Men: It’s ok. What happen?

Man: The truth is that I broke the crockery. It was an accident. The last week when I took my tools out from the shelf crockery was slipped out and I broke.

Men: I’m disappointed, I can´t believe you. You are a liar.

Man: I know it was a family heirloom, but please, I told you, it was an accident.

Men: It’s ok. We won’t fight for that, but the next time you have to tell me truth because if you don’t do it we will be divorced. Did you understand?

Man:  yeah, darling. From now on I’m going to be a sincere person.

Men: I hope so. Now would you like to eat ice-cream cone at Reina shop?

Man: Let’s go, my darling.

Poem: The Magic of Poverty

A birth in poverty is luck supreme! 
A death in poverty, a great blessing; 
A life of poverty is rare a dream; 
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring. 

This poverty that goads nations do feats; 
This poverty that stimulates scientists; 
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats; 
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.

And poverty lessens our worries much; 
Account to God will be much easier; 
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch; 
In poverty, poets can fly higher! 

Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures; 
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures. 


Written by: John Celes