GÖKHAN AKANDERE

ERHAN ŞİMŞEK

I want to write something about me; but I don't know how I can explain my self...

Ok, let's start

"I am a student in this class, but I am not the best...

I am 27 years old.

I finished my education in the University of Istanbul in 2005 after then I worked in a company for a year. It was a very hard and boring job.

Then I joined the army for 6 months.

Now I am looking for a new job. And I couldn't find yet..

I am interested in history, literature and also poems."

This photo was taken at the hill of Pierre Loti in Istanbul. And I miss Istanbul very much..

In this website, I will share my works in English. Hope you enjoy reading them.

NAZIM FİDAN

GÖKHAN HIRKA

Buzuki Orhan Osman

It was a sunny day in April 2005. We had to sell concert tickets of Buzuki Orhan Osman.

First of all, nobody knew who Buzuki Orhan Osman was. Even we thought that, Orhan and Osman were brothers, and Buzuki was their nickname. Meanwhile, we were selling the tickets in this way.

Suddenly Alp, one of my friends, said “"Stop! We are wrong!"... He had gone to an internet cafe and he had done a search about "Buzuki Orhan Osman" on the internet. He had found some information about Buzuki Orhan Osman and printed that. When we were trying to sell the tickets, he came with a lot of papers. We read the papers and we understood that, Orhan and Osman were the same people and the Buzuki was his instrument...

GÖKBEN USLU

Hi,
I am Gökben, I dont know what I write.
I am a student in Selçuk University. My depertmant is economics. I am twenty-two years old. I am from Çorlu in Tekirdağ.
Thats all..
Here is a story I have written. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Gökben's Bad Dream

Four years ago, 27th August was a difficult day for my parents because my grandfather died on that day. My father took him to the hospital because he had fallen down from his bed. He stayed at the hospital for five days and then he died. Immediately, my mother phoned her mother and asked her to come to Çorlu because she was in Şarköy. When she came to Çorlu, we burried my grandfather.

After my grandfather had died my mother's mum stayed with us. I slept with my grandmother in the same room. My bed was under the window. One night after my grandfather’s death, I saw a dream but it seemed so real. In my dream, my grandfather, who had died, was calling me. I opened the window and saw my grandfather. He was still calling me downstairs. I decided to jump. Just then my grandmother caught me and pulled me back from the window. She screamed and told me what I had done but I did not understand anything.

In the end I was very frightened. Somehow I slept again but the day after she didn't remember anything. If she had not woken up I might be dead now. Luckily, while I was having the dream my grandmother woke up and stopped me jumping off the 4th floor. I haven’t had that dream again..

AYŞE TOKAC KAN -Teacher

I am the teacher of superclass2007. Ihave been a teacher of English for 8 years. Teaching has been my passion since the day I began teaching. My prefessional interests include using technology in an language class and student motivation. You can learn more about me by visiting my online teaching portfolio.