Posted by: yhunae | April 29, 2009

LESSON PLAN


Grade/Year Level: 4th year
Subject: English
Date: April 29, 2009

How Many Lessons will be in this Learning Guide? One only
What Number Lesson is this? Number one
Length of Lesson (number of minutes): 60 minutes

I. OBJECTIVES OF THE LESSON
At the end of the lesson, the students must be able to:
- define basic terms in literature

- distinguish a novel from a short story

- enumerate the elements necessary in a literary criticism

- unlock difficult terms found in the story

- draw out the moral of the story read

II. SUBJECT MATTER : English IV
Topic: Short Story / Literary Criticism

References: The Last Judgment www.inspirationbit.com
Short Story www.answers.com


Materials:

Key Concept/s to be taught in this Lesson:

Key Vocabulary to be used in this lesson: BEAM Stages of Learning to be Used in this lesson: ( please check) Stage 1 – Activating Prior Learning

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Stage 2 – Setting the Context

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Stage 3 – Learning Activity Sequence

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Stage 4 – Check for Understanding

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Stage 5 – Practice and Application

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Stage 6 – Closure

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III. TEACHING/LEARNING PROCEDURES

A. Preparatory Activity

1. Checking of Attendance

2. Reminders

B. Presentation of the Lesson

- T provides images of people behind the bars, www.images.seach.yahoo.com

- T asks Ss the reasons why a person gets jailed
- T asks the latest update on the rape case of Daniel Smith

- T talks of the basic judicial procedure observed in our courts

- T solicits Ss’ personal views on the judgment rendered

- T introduces a short story entitled The Last Judgment, www.inspirationbit.com.

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( Ss were previously asked to log on to the aforementioned website )

- T asks Ss to define “short story “, www.answers.com

- T introduces the elements of a Short Story

C. Lesson Proper

Elements of a Short Story:

Plot

- introduction

-rising action

- climax

- denouement

- conclusion

Setting

Characters/ Characterization

Literary Devices

-figures of speech

-flashback

-conflict

-imagery

-atmosphere

-tone

Theme

· T provides the distinction between a short story and a novel

- T shows a set of jumbled words and for each word, a corresponding meaning is provided. T lets Ss arrange the jumbled words based on their respective meaning.

( The set of words are the terms that the Ss will encounter in reading the selection. ) Examples :

a. notorious

b. desolate

c. tedious

d. austere

e. idler

f. warrants

- T lets Ss read the selection.

- T plays the song “ Who Am I “ while Ss read the story www.youtube.com

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The Last Judgment

by Karel Čapek

The notorious multiple-killer Kugler, pursued by several warrants and a whole army of policemen and detectives, swore that he’d never be taken. He wasn’t either – at least not alive. The last of his nine murderous deeds was shooting a policeman who tried to arrest him. The policeman indeed died, but not before putting a total of seven bullets into Kugler. Of these seven, three were fatal. Kugler’s death came so quickly that he felt no pain. And so it seemed Kugler had escaped earthly justice.

When his soul left his body, it should have been surprised at the sight of the next world – a world beyond space, grey, and infinitely desolate – but it wasn’t. A man who has been jailed on two continents looks upon the next life merely as new surroundings. Kugler expected to struggle through, equipped only with a bit of courage, as he had in the last world.

At length the inevitable Last Judgment got around to Kugler. The judges were old and worthy councilors with austere, bored faces. Kugler complied with the usual tedious formalities: Ferdinand Kugler, unemployed, born on such and such a date, died… at this point it was shown Kugler didn’t know the date of his own death. Immediately he realized this was a damaging omission in the eyes of the judges; his spirit of helpfulness faded.

“Do you plead guilty or not guilty?” asked the presiding judge.

“Not guilty,” said Kugler obdurately.

“Bring in the first witness,” the judge sighed.

Opposite Kugler appeared an extraordinary gentleman, stately, bearded, and clothed in a blue robe strewn with golden stars.

At his entrance, the judges arose. Even Kugler stood up, reluctant but fascinated. Only when the old gentleman took a seat did the judges again sit down.

“Witness,” began the presiding judge, “omniscient God, this court has summoned you in order to hear your testimony in the case against Kugler, Ferdinand. As you are the supreme truth, you need not take the oath. In the interest of the proceedings, however, we ask you to keep to the subject at hand rather than branch out into particulars – unless they have a bearing on this case.”

“And you, Kugler, don’t interrupt the witness. He knows everything, so there’s no use denying anything.”

“And now, witness, if you would please begin.”

God, the witness, coughed lightly and began:

“Yes. Kugler, Ferdinand. Ferdinand Kugler, son of a factory worker, was a bad, unmanageable child from his earliest days. He loved his mother dearly, but was unable to show it, this made him unruly and defiant. Young man, you irked everyone! Do you remember how you bit your father on the thumb when he tried to spank you? You had stolen a rose from the notary’s garden.”

“The rose was for Irma, the tax collector’s daughter,” Kugler said.

“I know,” said God. “Irma was seven years old at that time. Did you ever hear what happened to her?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“She married Oscar, the son of the factory owner. But she contracted a venereal disease from him and died of a miscarriage. You remember Rudy Zaruba?”

“What happened to him?”

“Why, he joined the navy and died accidentally in Bombay. You two were the worst boys in the whole town. Kugler, Ferdinand, was a thief before his tenth year and an inveterate liar. He kept bad company, too: old Gribble, for instance, a drunkard and an idler, living on handouts. Nevertheless, Kugler shared many of his own meals with Gribble.”

The presiding judge motioned with his hand, as if much of this was perhaps unnecessary, but Kugler himself asked hesitantly, “And… what happened to his daughter?” “What’s she doing right now?”

“This very minute she’s buying thread at Wolfe’s. Do you remember that shop? Once, when you were six years old, you bought a colored glass marble there. On that very same day you lost it and never, never found it. Do you remember how you cried with rage?”

“Whatever happened to it?” Kugler asked eagerly.

“Well, it rolled into the drain and under the gutterspout. Right now it’s still there, after thirty years. Right now it’s raining on earth and your marble is shivering in the gush of cold water.”

Kugler bent his head, overcome by this revelation. But the presiding judge fitted his spectacles back on his nose, and said mildly, “Witness, we are obliged to get on with the case. Has the accused committed murder?”

“He murdered nine people. The first one he killed in a brawl, and it was during his prison term for his crime that he became completely corrupted. The second victim was his unfaithful sweetheart. For that he was sentenced to death, but he escaped. The third was an old man whom he robbed. The fourth was a night watchman.”

“Then he died?” Kugler asked.

“He died after three days in terrible pain,” God said. “And he left six children behind him. The fifth and sixth victims were an old married couple. He killed them with an axe and found only sixteen dollars, although they had twenty thousand hidden away.”

Kugler jumped up. “Where?”

“In the straw mattress,” God said. “In a linen sack inside the mattress. That’s where they hid all the money they acquired from greed and penny-pinching. The seventh man he killed in America, a countryman of his, a bewildered, friendless immigrant.”

“So it was in the mattress,” whispered Kugler in amazement.

“Yes,” continued God. “The eighth man was merely a passerby who happened to be in Kugler’s way when Kugler was trying to outrun the police. At that time Kugler had periostitis and was delirious from the pain. Young man, you were suffering terribly. The ninth and last was the policeman who killed Kugler exactly when Kugler shot him.”

“And why did the accused commit murder?” asked the presiding judge.

“For the same reasons others have,” answered God. “Out of anger or desire for money, both deliberately and accidentally-some with pleasure, others from necessity. However, he was generous and often helpful. He was kind to women, gentle with animals, and kept his word. Am I to mention his good deeds?”

“For the same reasons others have,” answered God. “Out of anger or desire for money, both deliberately and accidentally – some with pleasure, others from necessity. However, he was generous and often helpful. He was kind to women, gentle with animals, and kept his word. Am I to mention his good deeds?”

“Thank you,” said the presiding judge, “but it isn’t necessary. Does the accused have anything to say in his own defense?”

“No,” Kugler replied with honest indifference.

“The judges of this court will now take this matter under advisement,” declared the presiding judge, and the three of them withdrew.

Only God and Kugler remained in the courtroom.

“Who are they?” asked Kugler, indicating with his head the men who just left.

“People like you,” answered God. “They were judges on earth, so they’re judges here as well.”

Kugler nibbled his fingertips. “I expected… I mean, I never really thought about it. But I figured you would judge since…”

“Since I’m God,” finished the stately gentleman. “But that’s just it, don’t you see? Because I know everything, I can’t possibly judge. That wouldn’t do at all. By the way, do you know who turned you in this time?”

“No, I don’t,” said Kugler, surprised.

“Lucky, the waitress. She did it out of jealousy.”

“Excuse me,” Kugler ventured, “but you forgot about that good-for-nothing Teddy I shot in Chicago.”

“Not at all,” God said. “He recovered and is alive this very minute. I know he’s an informer, but otherwise he’s a very good man and terribly fond of children. You shouldn’t think of any person as being completely worthless.”

“But I still don’t understand why you aren’t the judge,” Kugler said thoughtfully.
“But why are they judging… the same people who were judges on earth?”

“Because man belongs to man. As you see, I’m only the witness. But the verdict is determined by man, even in heaven. Believe me, Kugler, this is the way it should be. Man isn’t worthy of divine judgment. He deserves to be judged only by other men.”

At that moment, the three returned from their deliberation. In heavy tones the presiding judge announced, “For repeated crimes of first – degree murder, manslaughter, robbery, disrespect for the law, illegally carrying weapons, and for the theft of a rose; Kugler, Ferdinand, is sentenced to lifelong punishment in hell.

“Next case please: Torrance, Frank.”

“Is the accused present in court?”

IV. EVALUATION /ASSESSMENT/APPLICATION

T lets Ss identify the elements of the story through a literary criticism.

V. ASSIGNMENT

Explain : To err is human,

To forgive is divine.

( Answers must be posted at the Ss’ blog site at www.wordpress.com )

VI. CLOSURE OF THIS LESSON

Posted by: yhunae | April 28, 2009

crossroads part II

Decision-making is but a part of life’s daily grind. We decide on things down to its most minute details. Consequently, each wrong decision will eventually lead to another thereby creating what we call life’s greatest complexities.

Enrolling in a law school is one of the oldest decisions I made. I say so since I made such choice back when I was in prep school. I already have envisioned myself becoming a lawyer.. a lawyer with a heart. The thought of defending the oppressed and giving justice to those who have less in life will make me serve what I believe is the purpose of my existence.

After years of hard work, mentally-tormenting class recitations, sleepless nights and a pool of coffee ( yeah, I drink at least 3 cups of black coffee for four years now..), I finally am in my last year ( hopefully ) in law school. I will be in my 5th year come this June. In a year’s time, I will be taking the most celebrated examination in the country.. Hence, my fear.

Back then in my lower law school years, I believe that I already have learned many things..But as I am about to finish the course, the more I realize that I still have a lot of things to learn, unlearn and re-learn.. Each time I read reviewers, the more I discover that there are plenty of things that I only learn for the first time which I would not have learned were it not for the review books. Then I pose to my self this query: Am I equipped with the legal knowledge enough to get me through the BAR? How many basic legal principles have I stored in my memory banks which I can possibly retrieve come the examination time?

Needless to say, these questions made me stop and think twice on whether I will take the Bar right on the same year of my graduation. I know that the six-month review would not be enough.But I guess the doubt I have is normal for a would-be barrister. I must admit that my confidence partly sank this time ( that’s why I can hardly sleep in the past nights ) but with the encouragement I get from the people around me specially those mentors who have seen a potential in me, I believe I can soon regain my confidence.

Yes, I am in a crossroad now.. whether I will take the Bar on September immediately preceding my graduation or to extend my review will all rest on my sound discretion.. each road will create a difference in my life. No matter how different life may be after my decision, I am certain of this one thing : Taking up law is one of the right decisions I made. I may make wrong decisions in the future but I guess, by having the right attitude after reaping it’s adverse effects, I can still make all things right. For after all, I know that God will see me through every step of the way.

Posted by: yhunae | April 28, 2009

crossroads part 1

  • I used to blog a few years back.. however, i must have already gotten tired of expressing the inner me through the web.. there were times though that the itch of literature came over me and i could not help but let the scratching of my pen cure it.I tried posting them but had second thoughts. What for? I need not tell the whole world all the concerns of my emotions because I already have the greatest confidant any person would surely long to have. But I guess expressing one’s self is not the only reason why one should blog for there are countless of outlets which a person can make use of just to release all their pent up emotions.. drinking, crying out loud, vandalism, art works…and a lot more. I believe that blogging can be a means for other people to learn from your experiences..somehow, many of us are fighting the same giants in life. With this,people can easily relate to all the things that a blogger has been through… circumstances which are not peculiar to the blogger alone.. just like when one faces life’s biggest crossroad.. where one is called to make a life-changing decision..Just like the road I’m passing through at this time.. I’m trapped. I do not know which course to follow. But one thing is certain..I have to choose which road to take..and, as what Robert Frost wrote in his poem, choosing a road in favor of the other is that which will make the difference.

“and I.. I chose the one less traveled by’

and that has made the difference.”

Posted by: yhunae | April 28, 2009

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