My Gap Year

When I was a child, I had a lot of dreams, like to be a princess, have a wonderful palace, have jewelry, and have power and authority. My dreams changed the moment when I understood how the world works. I was very disappointed. I started thinking about poor people. Where is justice? Is somewhere here? Is it in us? Who knows? And these questions forced me to find out something about poor countries. One of the poorest countries is Zimbabwe.

Zimbabwe is a country in southern Africa. The people and the culture are wonderful, especially their specific dance called “Muchongoyo“. There are the majestic Victoria Falls. There are so many national parks and exciting wildlife. It is absolutely amazing, but it is only one side of the coin. Zimbabwe is one of the most beautiful and at the same time one of the most poor countries. It is hard to see poverty when there is beauty. My reason of interest about Zimbabwe was not about positive things but I was looking on the other side. I was interested in children without parents, hungry children, poor families, and children who wanted to study but cannot.

When I heard about gap year, I was very happy because I felt that my dreams could come true. I just was waiting for a right moment. The gap year gave me an opportunity to truly discover who I am and why I am such a person. It allowed me to become my own person. I believe a gap year helped me navigate my life and destroy feelings of uncertainty.

Now, after my the best year in my life, I can say that I know who I am and why I am here.

Linda Kožárová (3.E)

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It is all about the point of view…

Have you ever been in situation when you realized that things are better than you thought?

Have you ever seen a person who is always angry beacuse of everything around?


I was in a bus. I was a a little bit disgusted, because many people around me were ill and they sneezed without hand on their mouth. I almost did the same decision like every morning: I hate buses. But then a little boy with his mom got on.



He started to have questions like: Mom? Will this bus jump? I want him to jump. Why don‘t buses jump? He was excited about everything. Look mom, trees! Look! Traffic lights! Ordinary things amazed him.  Some people use to cut trees down, because they want more sunlight in their houses. Many drivers hate traffic lights. This little boy almost didn’t breath when he was looking at these ordinary things.

I started to ask myself: Why are little kids so happy because of things that people usually don’t notice or don‘t like? Why does kid have fun in rain and older people are going crazy when little drop falls on their faces? Wouldn‘t life be much prettier if we were happy because of little ordinary things? It would be a life full of pleasures all the time.

Then we got off. Little boy cried because he didn‘t want to go to doctor. He wanted to be in a bus full of ill people who sneezed without hand on their mouth and he wanted to look through windows to see unbelievable things growing up from the ground.

Then I realized that buses are not so bad as I thought.

Valéria Mikolajová, I.A

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Thing I am Concerned About


The thing that I’m concerned about these days is how life of our generation will be in the future. What will WE do? Where will we go? What will happen to us? 

If you ask young people: “What do you want to do for the rest of your life?” what will their answers be like? Of course, some of them can say that they have a perfect plan to their future. They have  dreams and they exactly know  what to do to achieve them. But what about the rest of them? I think that most of teenagers have no idea what to do after they finish school  so planning the future life is hard to imagine for them. So they are just waiting what is going to happen and maybe once they will know what to do.

Why am I worrying about that? Let me explain.  Based on what I see nowdays I don’t even want to imagine future life of our generation.  If you look around you, you can see people who  don’t appreciate what they have and they dostroy they own future  more and more.

Firstly, I’m scared that if teenagers behave irresponsibly now how can they live as adults. Look how many teenagers are spending hours of their free time playing video games or  wasting the time with surfing on the Internet. And it is still the a better case. Look how many teenagers are for example addicted to drugs, cigarettes or alcohol. How many of them are pregnant at a young age or in prison because they have done something illegal. Can they realize that? Can they ever change?

Secondly, how  can we survive in this spoiled world? I don’t like what’s going on with our society. It teaches us that if you have no money you are nobody, that if you aren’t well-dressed you aren’t cool,  that if you don’t learn very well you are just lazy. We are always living in fear of  wars, global warming, hunger, deseases or political situations. This world is  full of violence, stress and crime. How can it bring a happy future to us?

Finally, I would like to say that our  generation has a huge potential and a lot of possibilities, too. We all can make better days but what we need is our resolution. We can reach everything we can imagine so it’s all up to us.

Lenka Zentková 1.E

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“Everyone has a story to tell. Everybody will tell it sooner or later, for a different purpose. And some stories are not just like the others. Let me tell you one of those. Story of mine, yet not about me. Story about a girl brave enough to deserve her own one.”


                I suddenly understood why Phillip didn’t want me to pack up anything. I also began to suspect that I won’t be home till midnight. If ever.

                There were scent of roses, fish, fresh bread in the air, mixing together. All senses went crazy. If I couldn’t have been concentrating to anything, now my attention ran in all directions. Noise around me was loudest than my thoughts, eager buyers have been turning me aside from one corner to another. While I had no idea where to look first, rest of the world didn’t seem aware of my existence at all. I was making my way through dense crowd heading the opposite direction until I was finally able to outran last people with wicker baskets in their hands.

               Agonizing pain in head prevented me from thinking clearly. Where should I go? What did Phillip say? I tried to remember. Throbbing pain in the temples hadn’t stopped  not even when entered empty street , leaning against the cold wall. I was hot. It wasn’t August, nor July, though. Perhaps late spring. Blooming flowers sold few meters away by little woman agreed with me. She has some mud on her face. I took off my sweater and started to hold it tightly, until my fingers turned  white. I closed my eyes. I was back home, laying on the bed. Who knows how much time has passed since then? My thoughts were still blurry. I wanted to remember, I truly did. Nothing came. I ran out of street. Right or left? It seemed like the time I didn’t know if Phillip wants to take the bus or subway. He didn’t choose either. We could have gone by subway, I wanted to buy weekly ticket anyway. 

              Come on, focus. I went right. After few meters I realized that the rush of the market ceased. After another, I could only hear a few street artist, debugging their instruments. Heels on the tiled pavement dangerously echoed. Two or three people gave me look Brandice wouldn’t be ashamed of.

              I noticed a showcase full of golden bracelets, earrings and tiaras. According to giant door, heavy handle and ample offer, the shop was in age of its greatest glory. There was only one word written with fresh paint on the board above the doors. “Bijoux”. I shook my head to destroy my own thought. It seemed too impossible to me. Yet it was about to confirmed its own bizarreness  in half a minute. I walked out of narrow streets to an open area. Unlike the market square, this was almost empty. An exception was made by few workers.                                            

              I gazed to one of the most recognizable construction in the world. Tower, that had been standing proudly in two thirds of its future height. Eiffel Tower.



There is this situation. It could happen to any of you, so you better pay attention. Imagine your life-time guard knocking on your door, bringing you back to past. Meet your younger twin sister, yet two years older than you. Playing with time should be fun. But is it, is it really? Perhaps Aerius, the monarch of secret empire, hidden from ordinary people since medieval ages could tell you. But he won’t, because he is dead. Along with 12 of his scholars, killed by Luciann, misunderstood student planning to overtake the world. Too bad he isn’t the only bad guy in your story. Oh, and about that overtaking, I was just kidding. All he wants is immortality recipe, written in a book he happened to stole during his slaughter. You better stop him, right? Be prepared for adventure you are not going to forget anytime soon. One hint for you. It wasn’t the Gardener…

And if you’re lucky, you’ll get answer to ultimate question. Is immortality a gift, or is it a damnation?


Alica Sakmarová, 3.C


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Influence of technical development on the standard of living

People have always tried to make their life easier. In the last few decades the technical development has been rising rapidly and many useful things have been invented. It has had an enormous impact on the standard of living that is generally still getting better. Nowadays, we all use some labour devices and gadgets in our everyday life.

I consider the development in the medical sphere as the most important.  Many people’s lives have been saved thanks to new medicaments and modern surgeries. I think the most amazing is heart transplantion. The first such operation took place in Cape Town, South Africa on December 3, 1967. It was performed by cardic surgeon Christian Neethling Barnard. Although it didn’t prolong the patient’s life very much as he died of pneumonia 18 days later, it gave a new hope people suffering from heart diseases.

Although, new inventions save time and even lives, we sholud use the sensibly and sholud not forget they aren’t the most important things and values in our life.


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