Make Your Way 5, Schulbuch mit Audio-CD und CD-ROM

A mother-daughter diary Work with a partner. Think of three ways you and your parents see things differently. 10 Read the following extract from a very popular book enjoyed by lots of teenagers because they think it is really funny. It is a book containing the diaries of a mother and her daughter, Jennifer. 11 to play musical chairs: „Reise nach Jerusalem“ spielen to play pass the parcel: „Gib das Päckchen weiter“ spielen nappies: Windeln foul-mouthed: vulgär to suck up to sb.: sich bei jmdm. einschleimen, einhauen poser: Schleimer, Streber to improve one’s mind: etw. für seine Bildung tun he fell for the bait: er schluckte den Köder we let him wait on us: wir lassen uns von ihm bedienen 27th October I’ll be fifteen years old soon after Christmas. You’d never know it if you talked to Mum and Dad. We’ve just had a big argument about the party. They’ll only let me have one if it’s “properly supervised”. I can imagine it; the tiny sandwiches and the lemonade punch, with the two of them standing in the background, ready to stop anything that looks like lips making contact. Maybe they’ll let us play musical chairs and pass the parcel. (That’s after they’ve searched everyone for drink on the way in, of course.) Sometimes I wonder if they notice that I don’t wear nappies any more. John is only six years old and he gets just as much freedom as I do. He is a particularly horrible little brother – all angelic blond hair and innocent round eyes while he makes whatever trouble he can. Just because I was having an argument with Mum and Dad today he sucked up to them. They don’t even know he’s doing it just to make me look worse. They think the sun shines out of his ... I have decided not to say what I really think here because my English teacher says that you never know who will read your diary in future generations. I don’t want my grandchildren to think I was a foul-mouthed old woman. On the other hand, if you can’t be really truthful in a diary, where can you be? So, let these things about Jennifer Anne Murray be recorded for future generations. I am hopelessly in love with David Slater, who doesn’t know I exist and isn’t likely to until the next century, when I might be allowed out from behind my text- books. I am dressed in a Marks and Spencer jumper bought by my mother. I have a little poser for a brother and two parents who are too old to understand anything. My social life is practically non-existent because for the next two years I’m supposed to spend every waking moment improving my mind. (Who’ll want it once it’s improved? I’ll never meet anyone to show it off to.) That about sums up my life. 27th October This diary is almost as much a record of Jenny’s life as it is mine. She certainly seems to try to be the boss sometimes. This month has been one long procession of arguments, bad moods and clever-clever remarks. Tonight she wanted to discuss her birthday party. Since her birthday isn’t until February, I asked – as politely as possible – whether we could get Christmas out of the way first. She looked at me as if I was stupid. Mike, of course, fell for the bait. He said of course she could have a party, but one of us would have to be there to keep an eye on things. Apparently Jenny would rather celebrate her birthday by shaving her head and cutting her throat. I wanted to point out that the first is a bit of a waste of time if you’re planning to do the second, but I managed not to say anything. Mike said she clearly didn’t want a party after all, and she stormed up to her room. Actually, I was quite happy about that – at least she was out of the way. John loves it when we’re angry with Jenny. It gives him the chance to play the little angel-boy. He offers to make a milk shake or fetch the news- paper. He is such a little poser. Still, we quite enjoy it after a fight with Madam. So we lay back and let him wait on us a bit. Peace at last. 132 Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des V rlags öbv