Február végén iskolánkban megrendezésre került az angol kreatív esszéíró verseny, amelyen diákjaink tehetségüket és fantáziájukat csillogtathatták meg. A versenyre összesen 17 tanuló nevezett, és izgalmas, fordulatos esszék születtek.
A zsűri a kreativitást, a nyelvi kifejezőkészséget és az egyedi esszévezetést értékelte. A legkiemelkedőbb alkotásokat díjakkal jutalmaztuk:
1. hely: Berecz Lisa (3.B)
2. hely: Godó Marcell (1.A)
3. hely: Zsilinszky Zita (3.A) és Perhács Simon (3.B)
Gratulálunk minden résztvevőnek és különösen a díjazottaknak! Reméljük, hogy a jövőben is sok hasonló tehetséges írással találkozhatunk! Íme a díjazottak írásai:
🥇 Berecz Lisa – címe: A dark passion
“Before my wife became a vegetarian, I thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.” She was perfect, and everything about her was astonishing. One day I felt a warm breeze on my face. I slightly opened my eyes. It was the middle of the night. I was about to go back to sleep, but something caught my eye. I saw Angie, my wife, sitting in the corner of our bedroom. I couldn’t explain what it was about her, but something felt off. She had an empty gaze, she did not move an inch and it looked like she had just seen a ghost. There was something in her lap. I couldn’t see properly what it was, but it stank. Then I noticed something else. Some type of red liquid was dripping from her mouth. I must be having sleep paralysis, I thought. This can’t be real. I was frightened and went back to sleep, hoping it was all a dream. I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt something warm again. But this time, it was the rays of sunshine on my skin. I was still frozen with fear when I woke up. I couldn’t tell if what I had witnessed was real. I heard the front door open. My wife was indeed not next to me. “Hey Honey!”- I heard her greeting me from downstairs. I ran to her with joy. Oh right! – I realized. She was on a work trip and was supposed to come home today, just like she did. “Hi Angie!” I said back. – “happy to see you.” “What’s up?” “Actually hun” – she said “ guess what? I became a vegetarian.” I’m in shock and I ask why. She informs me that she’s feeling such a great hunger towards meat nowadays, that she decided it was best if she went on a meat detox. “Alright” – I said. I still didn’t quite understand, but I decided to be supportive of her. Suddenly, I heard three words coming from the television “without a leg”. It caught my attention, so I turned the volume up. I can’t believe this! It’s our neighbor. She was found dead this morning and one of her legs was missing… That is very strange. – I think to myself. I couldn’t really concentrate on anything that day. Since then, all kinds of tragedies started happening, and every other day a mutilated body was found. I was having these odd dreams and hearing noises every night. Every day after that, a body was found. It felt as though the noise was connected to the murders. My wife also wasn’t acting like her usual self. I wanted to prepare a ribeye steak on Wednesday. There wasn’t any fresh meat in the fridge, but I remembered we usually kept meat in the garage freezer. I decided to go there and grab it for dinner. I spotted a new freezer. I decided to look for the meat there. It was dark in there, but I managed to grab something. The shape seemed really unusual. It dawned on me that it could be a hand. I screamed in utter shock when I heard something behind me. These are going to be my last moments. My wife is a murderer! – I drew the conclusion. I turned away from the freezer, which was filled with body parts. Angie was standing in front of me with a knife. I could already tell what was coming next. She came closer and closer. She stabbed me and blood started gushing from my chest. The last thing I saw was her. She started drinking my blood. “The look in her eyes was dark and is insistent.”
🥈 Godó Marcell – címe: The Dream
“Before my wife turned vegetarian, I thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.” But then I broke up with her in my dream, because I wanted to save the plants from vegetarian people. #savetheplants. But she didn’t like that and imprisoned me in her dungeon and kept feeding me plants forever as I was screaming.
It was 5 AM when I woke up suddenly to the sound of thunder outside. I was sweating and panting non-stop. I told myself, “It was just a dream”, matter of fact, I didn’t even have a wife. After that, I tried to go back to sleep, but when I realized I couldn’t sleep back, I brushed my teeth and changed into work clothes. As I went to work that day, I could not stop thinking about that fever dream. But nevertheless, I went through my day as usual, though I did notice that I started distancing myself from my female co-workers because they all seemed to resemble that woman from my dream. I just brushed it off saying it was my imagination. When my shift ended at 6 PM, I went home, but weirdly enough, I noticed that my door was open. I thought to myself, I swear I closed the door behind me when I left! Then, because I am not a wimp, I went inside. As I closed the door behind me, I suddenly felt cold fingertips on my shoulder. As I turned around, I saw it was the woman from my dream! She pointed a gun at me and led me to her dungeon not far away. After I went down the cold stone steps, she put me into one of her cells. She was holdinga cabbage in her left hand and a carrot in her right hand. As I looked, further up, hoping my dream wouldn’t come true, I thought to myself:
“The look in her eyes is dark and insistent …”
🥉 Zsilinszky Zita – címe: Untitled
“Before my wife turned vegetarian, I thought of her as completely unremarkable in every way.”
I know, it may sound like I’m some kind of heartless moron. Maybe I am, but I’m not gonna lie about our situation. I hate liars.
I met my wife in 1983 during our second year of high school. I sat next to her in Chemistry, and we were lab partners. Maybe if I had chosen a different desk that day, my life wouldn’t have turned out the way it did. But we’ll never know.
Even then, she was a plain little thing. She wasn’t pretty enough for guys to notice her, but she wasn’t ugly either. She was quite literally invisible and not just because of her appearance. She never said a single word, not in class, not during the breaks. Actually, for the first couple of months, I was sure she was mute. But then she asked me for a pencil and I gave her one.
I don’t really know how it happened, but suddenly we were dating. I can’t recall a single memory about us during the school years because we never really acted like other couples. Or couples in general.
If I want to be honest, and I want to be, I never really loved her. I’m not even sure if I liked her at all. But my parents did. She was just kind of there.
When we finally graduated, I proposed to her straight away. My parents kind of expected it from me, and I didn’t want them to be disappointed.
Marriage was dull, and for the first time in my life, I felt suffocated. And that’s when I met Jane. She was a co-worker of mine, and she embodied everything my wife lacked. She was beautiful, smart, and a little bit sassy. I fell head over heels for her. And she liked me back. So, naturally, we started an affair. I had never told her about my wife, and she never suspected anything.
Things were great until my wife found out about my relationship with Jane. She was devastated; I’ve never seen her like that. She said she’s gonna kill herself, so I had to break up with Jane.
And then she changed. She started to do things she never did before. First of all, she decided to cut out meat from her diet. For the longest time, I didn’t understand why.
She became the best version of herself, or at least I thought she did. She started to put effort into her appearance and even joined a cooking club.
Everything was perfect until Jane disappeared. We didn’t really talk after our breakup, but I was curious about what had happened to her.
One night, I heard a frightening scream from our basement, and my wife was nowhere to be found. I instantly ran downstairs to check what was going on.
In my basement, there was Jane. She looked horrible. In front of her stood my wife. She looked at me. “The look in her eyes was dark and insistent.”
🥉 Perhács Simon – címe: Morals
„Before my wife turned vegetarian, I thought of her as completely unmarkable in every way.“ Our love is a very special story. We met in 6th grade. I didn’t bring any food to school that day, probably that’s why my stomach hurt. Margot, who was my classmate, gave me her whole chicken sandwich without any hesitation. Until that day, I had never met a person who was so emphatic and open hearted. From that moment, she was the special one. We got married as both of us were deeply in love with each other even at university. Our love was the strongest connection in the universe.
From that day in sixth grade we celebrated our anniversary with a chicken sandwich. Each year our love was stronger and stronger. We were meant to be for each other. We raised our children and we taught them that the family is more important than everything on the planet. Our children made their own paths in life, me and Margot got older and older. I am a very conservative human being, I prefer traditional things. My wife was different, however, she always understood me, that’s why we still had a perfect love story. Every day, every hour, and minute was PERFECT with her. She was the love of my heart. One day… Our last anniversary tradition. We ate our chicken sandwiches together, listened to old songs and danced together. After our celebration she just told me that she wants to start a new lifestyle – living without eating meat. At first I thought it was foolish. I thought: “Of course she doesn’t want to be vegetarian, when we first met, she gave me her chicken sandwich, that’s how our love started.” I felt so empty and so upset, but I couldn’t keep that in myself. We argued day by day. A normal person can’t imagine how could we fight because of a simple decision, but for me it meant our love and memories. Our every single anniversary.
I moved to an older apartman and started living alone. Every single time I thought about my wife, I felt special feelings. Sadness, love, hope, anger. I have lived like this for 5 years until last week.
Last week she told me she got diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. I couldn’t believe it. I was freaking out. And now here we are. She is living her worst days. We don’t know how long she will live. But we got back together as an elderly couple, and I’m sitting next to her bed in the hospital every single day. What hurts me the most is that I forgot what I taught to my children—family is the most important thing. She in fact celebrated our last anniversary eating a chicken sandwich even though she was vegetarian for 5 years. We changed for each other at the end of our life. Now I am just staring her eyes and cry all day. I wasted 5 years without my beautiful wife, what have I done? Our last days are very hard. I just stare at her eyes. They are the most perfect things I’ve ever seen, even after 60 years. „The look in her eyes is dark and insistent.“