Diary Entry

Last class, our Language teacher Pilar told us to write a diary entry, about the story we have just read, called «An eye For an Eye». This is my diary entry.

October the 28th – At eleven o’clock Sir Matthew, Mr Casson and Hugh Witherington entered the room. When they arrived I felt confident, as Mr Casson seemed quite convinced as I had previously told him that I was innocent, that I couldn’t have killed my husband, because I had been blinded and also due to my registration to the local hospital at the same time of his death. Sir Matthew was going to be my defence counsel and appeared to be more of a professional lawyer. This, firstly triggered relief as I knew I would be well represented. However, when I realised he had some questions to ask, and that he distrusted my innocence, I felt nervous and edgy. Despite this fact, I continued with my plan, fixing my sight and denying all possible accusation which could prevent my innocent. I restored my faith as I slowly remained gaining their trust, but I knew it was going to be difficult for them to give up. The questionnaire seemed to reach it´s end and Sir Matthew to feel a little convinced, but they wouldn’t give up easily. Witherington took out his glass-made eye out of his socket, polished it and put it back on his left eye. I turned to see the situation and quickly remembered my duty of a fixed view, but it was too late, I could see Matthew´s smile and feel my failure and disappointment. I´m now evaluating my chances and my best option, unluckily, seems to be a plea of guilty to manslaughter.

Activity of Langugage

Last class, we started some activities related to the story we read, called «An Eye For An Eye». I worked with Tomas Braun and Francisco Montoya. These are our activities.




1- Adamant

2- Blind

3-Witness Boxes

4-Frying Pan


6- Forensic Medicine

7- Socket


9- Acquittal

10- Manslaughter

11- Brief




1) H) A defendant’s answer to the declaration made by the

plaintiff in a civil action.

2) J- The unlawful killing of one human being by another

without express or implied intent to do injury.

3) B) A lawyer or group of lawyers giving legal advice and

especially conducting a case in court.

4) I) The party that institutes a suit in a court.

5)  F) It refers principally to a British trial lawyer.

6)  G) An attorney who is not a member of the bar and who

may be heard only in the lower courts.

7) D) A suite of rooms, especially one used by lawyers to

consult privately with attorneys or hear cases not

taken into court.

8) C)An emotion, desire, physiological need, or similar

impulse that acts as an incitement to action

9)E) The documentary or oral statements and the material

objects admissible as testimony in a court of law.

10)A) The result or effect of evidence;

the establishment or denial of a fact by evidence.


  • Matthew: Hello Mrs. Banks, my name is Matthew Roberts, I´m going to be your defence counsel. But first, I want you to be ready and prepared for the prosecution’s accusations.
  • Banks: Hello Sir Matthew, I´m fine and happy to see you. Okay, so let’s begin.
  • M: I understand you were registered at the hospital at the same time the crime was committed, but the police feel and suppose that the murder could have taken place 24 or even 48 hours you were registered to the hospital.
  • B: What they say as wrong, as I had been in the hospital for nearly two weeks. Also, you must know that it’s very difficult to murder someone when you had been blinded by your husband with a frying pan, as you can see on the side of my face.
  • M: And, how can we be sure that it´s true, and that this scar isn’t it a lie? Isn’t it strange that your husband did not visit you while you were in the hospital?
  • B: It does not surprise me, as I had threatened to leave Bruce on several occasions and he did not seem to care so much about my returning to the farm.
  • M: I see. But, can you explain why was one of your hairs found on the handle of the axe that was used to disember Bruce´s body?
  • B: Yes, I can. I was chopping up some wood before I made him breakfast.
  • M: And why were there no fingerprints Mrs. Banks?
  • B: I think you would truly understand how cold it can be in the middle of a farm, in mid-October.
  • M: Your blood was all over your husband’s collar and the forensic scientist confirmed it matched your own. That´s a huge coincidence, isn’t it Mrs. Banks?
  • B: My blood is all over the house, but it means nothing. Look carefully, it´s all over the house, not only in my husband’s collar.
  • M: And could you tell me why the police found your fingerprints on a spade, what did you use it for?
  • B: I used it everyday last week
  • M: But there is something that no one does everyday, and that is to buy such large amounts of strychnine, so, may I ask why did you need such a large amount, and why did you drive over 27 miles to look for it?
  • B: I travel there every thursday, as there isn’t a nearer agricultural supplier in the zone. Moreover, we’ve been losing chickens, and my husband thought the problem were the rats, so he told me to buy that large amount to finish them “once and for all”.
  • M: But he was the one who finished himself once and for, right?
  • B:You know, he also feared Rupert’s safety
  • M: Wasn’t he at school at the time?
  • B: He came back for the half-term that weekend
  • M: Last question madam, have you ever used a supplier before?
  • B: Yes, I go to buy it once a month, ask the manager of the shop to believe what I’m saying if you want to
  • M: Okay, I see… (Makes a signal to Witherington, to starts to take something from his pocket)


I used to live here once

Last class, we read a story called ¨I used to live hear once¨. This is why, our Language teacher, Pilar, told us to write a story about a visit to a place we had not visited or a while. This is my story.

Last week, my parents, my sister and I, were on our way to the visit of my grandmother´s house. In the middle of the trip, we stopped, for a while, to load gasoline. It was at that precise moment when I saw the entrance of my country-house, when I had a flashback. It was the place I used to live, the place I had grown up in and I had experienced most of my greatest anecdotes.

I asked my mother, as my father was paying the cost of the gasoline, if we could visit the house. To my surprise, she said yes. My father had no problem, as it would be only for some minutes and we were arriving lunch early. I wondered if the entrance was still the same, if it´s attractive colours were still brightening among the other dull houses with rusty windows.

We entered the countryside and overpassed the entrance, where long guards with wide and broad shoulders stood by. The road had been repainted but the streets were now made wider so that more cars could ride and go by. We turned left and arrived at the house. From the outside we could see the breathtaking landscape and smell or feel the scent of pines and the cold breeze. There were no more discoloured fences, muddy floors or isolated roads. The pool had been refurbished and remodeled, as it had a new rounded shape, surrounded by sizable and overgrown trees. Nostalgia grew inside our hearts, even in my sister´s, who was only five when we owned the place. After seeing the pool we paralyzed for some seconds, until we heard “May I help you?”, from behind our backs. Although we didn’t want to, we had to accept the house was not ours anymore.

The joyful and gentle couple, which owned the house, let us in. On the inside, things were quite the same. Although you could breath and feel the fresh air or see the well-taken care of sofas, it seemed the owners had stopped taking care of objects. We perceived this because of the damp basement, the dusty tables or the disgusting smell of the kitchen. After we told them we used to live there, they said to us that they were leaving the house, as it was far away from their relatives. My parents looked at each other and at that moment an amazing feeling of happiness made me and my sister to have tears falling from our eyes and through our cheeks. My father told us to go outside and have some fun while they discussed with the owners the price of the house. We could not believe it. We went out and suddenly hear the unintentional slam of a door.

“Come on boy, it’s lunch time”, I heard through the car’s window, it was my grandmother´s voice. At that precise moment I had the worst epiphany I will ever have in my life. I realised I had fallen asleep in the gasoline station, and my desire of returning to the place had made me dream of the possibility of coming back to the place. My hope changed from one moment to another, and again, tears began to fall and slide through my cheeks.