El Departamento de ingl\u00e9s ha organizado un concurso de redacciones por niveles, con el tema \u00abMy most prized possession\u00bb. A continuaci\u00f3n, las redacciones ganadoras del concurso. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
LEVEL 1<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Hello, future me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am writing this letter to you so that you never forget your most prized<\/em> possession. Looking back, my past self would probably have said, \u00abI don\u2019t have any valuable objects worth the praise.\u00bb<\/em> But now, I know better than to think so little of what truly matters.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I know you still remember what I\u2019m about to tell you, but if you don\u2019t, good! That\u2019s exactly what this letter is for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the 2nd of April, 2021, when everything started, I was just on top of my grandma\u2019s house, lying on the roof, looking up at the thousands, if not millions, of stars right above me. I felt a cold breeze that made me want to go back inside and eat my grandma\u2019s delicious chicken soup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I started climbing down the ladder from the roof, I tripped and fell, hitting the ground and losing consciousness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I will never forget the feeling of falling, it was almost in slow motion, and I had the worst knot in my stomach. I was terrified of the painful impact that awaited me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed, unable to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/em> I thought to myself. \u201cThis really can\u2019t be happening to me.\u201d<\/em> I felt the deepest sense of regret, and this time, the knot in my stomach wouldn\u2019t go away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked to my side and saw my mother crying. \u201cWhat have I done? I have NO future. My life is RUINED,\u201d<\/em> I tried to cry out. But I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn\u2019t speak?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n I must have been too overwhelmed, because right then and there, I fainted again, and woke up three hours later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother and the doctor speaking. I couldn\u2019t quite make out what the doctor was saying, but the look on my mother\u2019s face was terrifying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYup, that\u2019s it. I\u2019m paralyzed. I\u2019m mute. I\u2019m doomed,\u201d<\/em> were the only thoughts I could muster.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But it turned out I was going to be okay. It would just take time to recover.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, I can do this. How hard can it be?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I spent eight weeks in the hospital recovering. It took everything I had, strength, willpower, persistence, and those were the hardest weeks of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Before the accident, I was just a normal girl who went to school like anyone else. And now, I\u2019m still that same person, recovered, renewed, with just a few scars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But those scars led me to realize what my most prized possession truly is, and what you must always take the greatest care of: your life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You never know when something bad might happen. We go about our days thinking we\u2019re completely safe, forgetting to appreciate the biggest gift we\u2019ve been given.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, take care of your life, and don\u2019t forget to enjoy it while you have it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Miriam Raquel Guedes<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n LEVEL 2<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n There\u00b4s this particular question English teachers love to ask . \u00a8 What is your most valuable possession\u00b4\u00b4 they ask. Normally, students respond without any kind of depth, just something as simple as an everyday object. But if it were me who they asked that question and you caught me in an emotional state, I would\u00b4ve poured out my whole heart into the answer. Why, you may ask, well I\u00b4m now here to tell you what my most prized possession is. <\/p>\n\n\n\n When I was a child, I used to have this one friend of mine who would always ask me to go out and play every Friday afternoon, after school to be exact. Those times were the ones where I didn’t need to worry about my surroundings, not even a bit. But of course, I was little, what could I have known about the appreciation of these little wholesome actions ? If my memories aren’t that blurry still, I remember calling her name every time I saw her, Claudia. Claudia was one of the purest and kindest souls I’ve ever met in my living days. She had the same height as me, long wavy hair that resembled Rapunzel\u00b4s each time she ran around the green grass. Every time I spent with her on the grass , I felt it turning greener, tulips grew faster and brighter, daisies were multiplying at the speed of light. Some may call it hallucinations , I called it touch of real love. Even though these feelings of mine were shut down when our parents had to pick us up , I was still overly excited waiting for the next encounter to arrive. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Claudia and I never went to school together but I was always convinced that I was one of her greatest friends, even the best of all. But of course, we grew up and nobody can fight the process of distancing ourselves from each other because that was our reality. We saw each other whenever we crossed paths , but a single word we never exchanged. As time flew by, I didn’t care anymore. At that very point our parents thought that we were avoiding each other but they never did much out of it. Oh I wish they had done, but now I can’t go back in time, even if this is my last wish before I slip into my graveyard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One unexpected day, Claudia suddenly talked to me, but there was something wrong with her. Her voice was shaky, her eyes were as red as an addict\u00b4s , she seemed really stressed. I tried to calm her down before she could start talking, so I did. After a little while, she explained to me the horrible news I wish I hadn’t heard. She had been found in a late stage of cancer and the doctors could do nothing about it. I was devastated, sad, angry … .Too many emotions were piled up in my young heart, I was too stunned to even say a word. I just knew that that very day I cried a cascade of tears, we cried an ocean. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We spent her last days doing her favourite activities, playing all sorts of games for her to be very happy. That’s everything I wanted at that moment, even though I never liked them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Claudia\u00b4s last days were on her resting bed, in hospital. I couldn’t even cry anymore due to my lack of tears, so we just smiled at each other softly for hours. I didn’t want her to leave me in this unfair world, but neither did she. So , she promised me that she will always be with me. The day had come and I wasn’t ready to accept it, so I imagined the rest of the days with her in my mind. <\/p>\n\n\n\n At the funeral, something unexpected was waiting for me, but I would never have a clue. Claudia\u00b4s ashes were handed over to me. But why ? I asked. I had never asked her for it. Then , I remembered her last promise. It was this, her last act of love towards me. I was so full of her joy and happiness, but I was also relieved that I for sure know she will always be with me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So, if a teacher were to ask me again, I wouldn’t mind telling the story other once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rejoice O. Kadurumba<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n LEVEL 3<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Whenever I think about something I couldn\u2019t live without, I immediately think about my most precious object, my headphones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My life would be in a constant mute state. Wherever I go, they come with me. I don\u2019t see any conceivable future where I stop using them. But I don\u2019t care so much about them solely for one reason. There are plenty of reasons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They were the gift that my parents gave me for my eleventh birthday. I think they decided to purchase these headphones as a gift for me because they knew how music helped me the most in stressful situations. During hard times, I use my headphones to \u2018go away\u2019 and escape from all my surroundings. In a way, they help me to keep my composure whenever I want to just let it all out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Their significance goes according to all the memories they hold, too. They have been with me throughout so many hardships and situations, that they\u2019ve turned into my \u2018safe bet\u2019 for any kind of emotion I need to express.<\/p>\n\n\n\n These black headphones have been so persistent in my style, to the point that they\u2019ve turned into a symbol. A symbol that people use to recognize me, and I enjoy that. I love the fact that there\u2019s an object that can remind people of my existence. It makes me feel noticed. As someone who struggles a lot to feel and perceive my own existence, it provides an extraordinary sense of purpose to have one thing associated with me. I know it sounds kind of depressing, but sometimes, a small thing such as this can make me feel better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve already talked about their meaning as a symbol, a safe space and as a gift. But I also value them as what they are, the most up-to-date format of portable music. It\u2019s quite wonderful to me to think about how we went from listening to jukeboxes, to being able to take our favorite songs to any place and to listen to them whenever we want.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To conclude all this praising of my black stuff, soft and wireless buddies, I want to say that I can\u2019t fathom a world where I am who I am without them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n King Don<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Departamento de Ingl\u00e9s<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":1445,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3,29],"tags":[14],"class_list":{"0":"post-1444","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-espacio-literario","8":"category-numero-4","9":"tag-ingles","10":"entry"},"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2025\/05\/posesion-600x400.jpg","featured_image_src_square":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/3\/2025\/05\/posesion-600x600.jpg","author_info":{"display_name":"Ra\u00fal Urdaci Iriarte","author_link":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/author\/ral_urdaci-iriarte\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1444"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1446,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1444\/revisions\/1446"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1445"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iesplazadelacruz.educacion.navarra.es\/web1\/revista\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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