Correction of the first SA

Dear Alice,

I am shocked! I remember Jason, but I can't believe that he is taking drugs. I hope he will get clean soon. Last night I watched a documentary about the dangers of taking drugs on TV. The speaker said that if you take hard drugs like heroin a long time, you will get brain damaged. Drugs are also very expensive and if you don't have the money for them, you will maybe start to steal and become a criminal or you will become a pusher yourself.
So don't try it! When you try it once, you will go on taking drugs. If Jason only likes you, when you take drugs, then you should say "good-bye" to him. You shouldn't be forced by anyone to do something that can destroy your life. I know I'm sounding like a mother, but I think there are many other things which are more exciting than taking drugs. You can also feel high when you go bungee-jumping or when you dance to good music or when you go snowboarding on a nice day! So lets do it!
It is as dangerous as people say. Jason can be healthy now and look normal, but if he goes on taking drugs he will be sick and get bad marks at school. Don't think that he is "cool", because he smokes marijuana or injects heroin. He does it, because he has a weak personality.
So my advice is that you shouldn't try it. And please look for another boyfriend!
Yours, Chantal

HW: The Mosquito Coast (letter)

Dear Paul,

I didn't have the time to write you until now. Hope you are alright. You asked me to tell you how it is in the jungles of the Honduras. Well, I 'll never forget this time. The muddy place where we lived was called Jeronimo. My father told the Indians, who lived there until we came, that they could stay if they worked. And then he built an ice-machine! Yes, really! When it was finished he planned to bring some ice to the Indians, because my daddy assumed that they hadn't seen any ice before. He got disappointed when they already knew what it was and when he found out that it was the fault of the missionaries. Afterwards he got another stupid idea: He wanted to bring them a bigger block of ice. But when we arrived at the Indian's place, the ice had already melted. At their place we met some white guys and father thought that they were prisoners of the Indians so he told them where we lived. But they weren't prisoners. When they came to us, they had guns and didn't want to leave. So Daddy told them to sleep in the ice-machine and then I had to lock it so that the men couldn't get ouf of it and then Daddy burnt it. They tried to get out by shooting at the walls, which then started an explosion which destroyed everything and so we had to leave with a boat. The next day we reached Guampu. Daddy was really angry, because all was clean and there were normal houses and a church. Daddy said that he would teach them a lesson and so he did. He blew up the church! But then...when he came back and wanted to get into the boat a shot hit Daddy in the neck and after a few days he died... I could see how some birds pulled out his tongue. I will never forget this. Do you think it is a sign? That this is the punishment, because he lied to us?

Yours Charlie

HW: The Mosquito Coast (interview)

Inspector O'Mally is asking Charlie Fox about the death of his father.

O'Malley: Mr. Fox, I have a few questions for you. Is it ok for you?

Charlie: Yes, no problem.

O' Malley: What have you done in Guampo?

Charlie: We went away from Jeronimo, our home, which was destroyed. When we reached Guampo, we saw, that they had normal houses. My father jumped out of the boat and said something about teaching them a lesson...

O'Malley: And you didn't try to stop him?

Charlie: This was impossible for me.

O'Malley: Ok. Go on.

Charlie: Well. After father disappeard, my brohter and I visited our friend Emily Spellwood. We asked her to help us, but then all lights went off and we knew that it was father's work and ran back to our boat. When we reached the boat we suddenly heard a explosion and saw flames coming out of the church of the village...

O'Malley: And what happened then?

Charlie: My father also ran to the boat but before he could jump in a shot of a gun hit father in the neck. We drove away and after a few days my dad died because of the sequences of the wound.

Situation which makes me happy

Surf

The situation which makes me really happy is when I do my favourite sport: surfing.The first place where I surfed was in Croatia. There was a surf school with lots of nice guys. The water was clear and there were no high waves. Perfect to surf but the first three days were horrible! I fell into the water several times and I was very impatient. But the next day it worked! I was so happy and motivated that I nearly crashed a tourist boat!The next holiday we went to Teneriffé and it was the best holiday I have ever had! My surfing teacher was a typical surfer: long blond dreadlocks, sunburnt body and a smile like Heath Ledger. I liked him because he was really cool. One day it was very stormy (5 wind power!) and the sky was dark grey and the waves were very high, but he asked me to go out in the sea and surf! So I said yes and took my board and sail. Outside on the water I had such a good feeling! I felt free and my heart beat very fast. The high waves, the dark water under my board scared me but it wasn´t a bad feeling. I couldn´t hear my teacher, I could only hear the roar of the waves and the blowing of the wind. It was amazing!