RISULTATI MLI ESAME SCRITTO INGLESE SESSIONE STRAORDINARIA 11 DICEMBRE

Students may see their paper on Tuesday,  18th December at  10,00 am ( Room 203 Marco Polo ).

C.di L.	Matric	RISULTATO
MLI	1655420	INSUFF
MLI	1180559.	INSUFF
MLI	1473275	INSUFF

ESAMI SCRITTI GENNAIO 2019

ESAMI SCRITTI DI LETTORATO INGLESE

SESSIONE INVERNALE Gennaio 2019

          III ANNO LCLT/ MLI  - Giovedì 24.01.2019  - Ore 15.00 – Aula 203 – Marco Polo

Gli studenti devono portare all’esame:

1. un documento di identità valido e con foto
2. il libretto giallo o LO STAMPATO da Infostud che attesta il superamento di tutti gli esami di inglese del secondo anno (NON E' CONSENTITO MOSTRARLO SUL CELLULARE).

PRENOTAZIONI :

LCLT: dal 07.01.2019 all 20.01.2019 alle 12.00: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScKtT0Z3WmbCioNRYhJ8-OvldXj6wBwL6JG1G9YZj7SbvmYJA/closedform

 MLI: dal 07/01/2019 al 20/01/2019  alle 12,00 :  maria.hillan@uniroma1.it  precisando COGNOME, NOME  e numero di  matricola

III YEAR LT / MLI Sessione Straordinaria - 11th December , 2018

Please check the following sites for your results:

Results will  be published by  10.01.2019

1. Angelini-Delli Castelli with Prof. Peterson Moore on: http://petersonmoresapienza.blogspot.it/

2. DeRubis-Nafra, e Bonetti with Prof.Hillan on: http://hillansapienza.blogspot.it/

3. Ni-Zuppardi with Prof.Horrigan on: http://hollymarg.pbworks.com/

Magistrale 1 - Students eligible for Mid- Module test

The students in the table below are eligible for the mid- module test. If your name in not in the table and you think  you are eligible, please contact me as soon  as possible.

The test will  be on Tuesday, 8^th January, 12,00 -15,00  – Aula CLA 06 – ( monolingual  dictionaries allowed for Paper 2  ( essay )

I will be seeing students on  the dates below to  discuss/ correct assignments. Most of you have booked on one of these days. If you have not and need to  have your work  corrected, I suggest you come on one of the days. If there is time, I will  correct your work  although I cannot guarantee this.

Monday, 10^th December – 9,00 -10,00

Tuesday, 18^th December – 10,00 – 12,30

N.B. – I will  not be in  the office Tuesday, 11^th December as there is a written  exam  session on that  day.

SURNAME /NAME

BAICCO LEONARDO

BARUFFA LUCA

BIANCHI MICHAEL

CAMPOLI PAOLO

CAPPELLI ANNA

CARPINELLI VERDIANA

CATALDO MATTEO

D’ARPINO FEDERICA

DI DOMENICANTONIO GIACOMO

DIPIERRO ANNA

ESLAMI AYLAR

FEDOTOV SERGEY

FERRITO FABIOLA

FIORI ALESSIA

FUSCO CASSANDRA

GALLI MARTINA

GARGANESE GAIA

GRILLINI FRANCESCA

HROMADKOVA VENDULA

IANNETTI LUCA

KARAMIAN MARJIAN

KUZMINA ANASTASSSIYA

LA MONICA LAURA

LA ROSA ELISABETTA

LEONE ELISA

LI YANG

MAGURNO  CHRISTOPHER

MARGIOTTI FEDERICA

MENDRINO SARA

MERGE’ LUDIVICA

MISHEVSKA KRISTINA

MOGHIMYAZDI ADELEH

NAPOLEONI FLAVIA

NEJAT BEHNAZ

NOORI SUZANNE

OLIARO CARLOTTA

PICCIONE MICHELA

PROIETTI FRANCESCA

TESORO MARCO

VERONESI LUCA

ZAMPELLA LAURA

December, 2018 – MLI III - Students eligible for Mid- Module Test

December, 2018 –   MLI III  - Students eligible for Mid- Module Test

The students in the table below are eligible for the mid- module test. If your name in not in the table and you think  you are eligible, please contact me as soon  as possible.

The test will  be on Tuesday, 11^th December, 13,00 -15,00  – Aula CLA 04

SURNAME	NAME
Amorelli	Luca
Ballacci	Davide
Barile	Maria Sofia
Cardamone	Vanessa
Celani	Camilla
Chillè	Riccardo
De Muner Sarmento	Gabriella
De Santis	Serena
Del Vecchio	Chiara
Della Spina	Anna
Di  Bello	Erika
Fabbrizzi	Giulia
Firullo	Sara
Frappi	Daniele
Furegon	Arianna
Galante	Anna
Giliberti	Giulia
Illerici	Sara
L’Abbate	Nicole
Massimiliani	Irene
Mauriello	Carolina
Mazzotta	Debora
Orsini	Eleonora
Panzironi	Yasmine
Patta	Giorgia
Principali	Silvia
Pro	Giulia
Proietti	Chiara
Quadraccia	Sofia
Romoli	Marco
Sacripanti	Martina
Samà	Giulia
Scandurra	Maria
Seminaroti	Elisa
Tepsi	Melissa
Valeri	Arianna
Yeremenenko	Viktoriia

Magistrale 1 - material for Friday,7th December

Print off passage below for  Friday's lesson.

The air felt heavy, sweetish, as if the rooms were permanently inhabited by genteel  women, and the windows never opened. And Mrs Durrant gave the same impression, of exhausted but cherished womanhood. Instinctively,  Mrs  Marsh, who  had had a vigorous marriage, looked around for signs,  even  relics , of  a man, but (5) found none. Her eye met only a rack containing fashion magazines,  and library books,  which, from their covers, looked as if they  had been  written  by  women. Yet Mrs Durrant was still attractive and must once have been  a beauty .She had an intimate way of taking , was fulsome in her gratitude,  was, in fact,  pleasing,  even intriguing. She had a soft voice, beautifully tended hands with rosy polished nails. (10) One of those hands had been laid on Mrs Marsh’s much  larger rougher one ,  with its plain gold band. “ Don’t go,” said Ms Durrant. “ my daughter will  make us some tea.” She padded over the pink  and blue carpet to  the door. “Anna! Anna darling! Will you make us some tea, dear? I want you to meet Mrs. Marsh.” The sound of a sewing machine,  so  faint,  that  it hardly registered as such, stopped  (15) abruptly. Ten  minutes later Anna Durrant had come in with tea things on  a black japanned tray. Mrs Marsh noticed her kingfisher- blue suit, in  fine tweed, which  she admired. “Anna makes all  her own  clothes,” said Mrs. Durrant proudly. Then  the two women  fell greedily into  exchanging the stories of their lives,  for such  an  encounter was not to  be wasted. In fact Mrs. Marsh  was adept at dealing (20) out the few facts  she was willing to  make public  -  the dead husband, one daughter,  one son -  knowing that  this was the appropriate currency for a person  of her age and type,  but  actually too  curious about this affecting woman with her old- fashioned flowery elegance and her general  air of bewilderment to  waste time on herself.

                                                                 Fraud, Anita Brookner

MAGISTRALE 1 - material for 4th December

Please print off the passage below.

But to  be in Seville without a guitar  is like being on ice without skates. So  every morning,  while Kati went dancing with  h Maestro  Realito, I took  lessons on the instrument in my room.

  My instructor, one of Seville’s most respected professors of the guitar, was a small  sad man,  exquisitely polite and patient, poorly but neatly dressed, and addicted to  bow ties made of wallpaper. Each  day  at  the stroke of ten, he knocked softly at my door and entered on tiptoe, as though into a sick room,  carrying his guitar case like a doctor’s bag.

“ How are we today?” he would ask  sympathetically, “ and how do  we proceed?”

Silently,  he would place two  chairs opposite each other, put me in the one facing the light, sit himself in the other, then ponder me long and sadly while I played. Infinite compassion, as from one who  has seen  much  suffering , possessed his face while he listened. An expression of one who, forced to  inhabit a solitary peak of perfection,  has nowhere to look but downwards at the waste of a fumbling world.

After an hour’s examination, during which  he tested all  my faulty coordinations, he would hand me a page of exercises and bid me take them  twice a day. Then,  with  a little bow, his chin  resting mournfully upon  his paper tie, he would leave me to  visit his next patient.

Sometimes - but very occasionally - he would relax at the end of the lesson,  empty his pockets of tobacco  dust, roll  himself a cigarette, smile, take up  his guitar and play it to  me for an  hour. Then his eyes would turn inward and disappear into  the echoing chambers of his mind, while his long white fingers moved over the strings with  the soft delicacy of the blind, lost in a dream of melody and invention. And faced with  the beauty of his technique ,  the complex harmonies ,  the ease and grace , the supreme mastery of tone and feeling, I would feel like one of the lesser apes who, shuffling on  his knuckles through  the sombre marshes ,  suddenly catches sight of homo sapiens, upright on  a hill, his gold head raised to the sky.

                                                                                                                 Laurie Lee, Cider with Rosie

MAGISTRALE 1 - MATERIAL FOR 4th December

Translate the text below .      

  Finalmente poteva ammettere con se stesso di non avere mai amato nessuna così, e di non avere mai incontrato nessuno, uomo o donna che fosse, che la uguagliasse in serietà. Forse, se fosse rimasto con lei, sarebbe riuscito a concentrarsi di più sulle sue ambizioni, forse avrebbe anche scritto quei libri di storia. Pur non essendo affatto il suo genere, Edward sapeva che l'Ennismore Quartet era famoso, tuttora un punto di riferimento nel mondo della musica classica. A concerto non andava mai; non comprava, e nemmeno curiosava tra le raccolte di brani di Beethoven e di Schubert. Non aveva voglia di riconoscerla in una fotografia, e di constatare gli effetti del tempo, o di scoprire dettagli sulla sua vita privata. Preferiva custodirla com'era nei suoi ricordi, con il fiore di tarassaco nell'asola della camicetta e il nastro di velluto nei capelli, la sacca di tela sulle spalle, e quella sua faccia dalle ossa grandi e il bel sorriso sincero. Se pensava a lei, si stupiva un po' di aver lasciato andare via quella ragazza con il violino. Ormai ovviamente sapeva che la sua proposta di tenersi in disparte era piuttosto pretestuosa. Le occorreva soltanto essere certa che lui l'amasse, sentirsi rassicurare sul fatto che non esisteva nessuna fretta, avendo un'intera vita davanti. Amore e pazienza, ah, se solo non se li fosse scoperti in tempi diversi, li avrebbero di certo aiutati a superare ogni cosa.

                                                                           Ian  McEwan, Amsterdam