Chrizza May Sabarre: Meth 5

Lesson 4 Assignment: Mrs. Brady

Literal Comprehensive – (Who, What, where, When, Why, how)

The Secret Garden

by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The sun shone down for nearly a week on the secret garden. The Secret Garden was what Mary
called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that
when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost like being
shut out of the world in some fairy place. The few books she had read and liked had been fairy-
story books, and she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to
sleep in them for a hundred years, which she had thought was rather foolish. She had no
intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming wider awake every day which passed
at Misselthwaite. She was beginning to like to be out of doors; she no longer hated the wind, but
enjoyed it. She could run faster, and longer, and she could skip up to a hundred. The bulbs in the
secret garden must have been much astonished. Such nice clear places were made round them
that they had all the breathing space they wanted, and really, if Mistress Mary had known it, they
began to cheer up under the dark earth and work tremendously. The sun could get at them and
warm them, and when the rain came down it could reach them at once, so they began to feel very
much alive.

Mary was an odd, determined little person, and now she had something interesting to be
determined about, she was very much absorbed, indeed. She worked and dug and pulled up
weeds steadily, only becoming more pleased with her work every hour instead of tiring of it. It
seemed to her like a fascinating sort of play. She found many more of the sprouting pale green
points than she had ever hoped to find. They seemed to be starting up everywhere and each day
she was sure she found tiny new ones, some so tiny that they barely peeped above the earth.
There were so many that she remembered what Martha had said about the "snowdrops by the
thousands," and about bulbs spreading and making new ones. These had been left to themselves
for ten years and perhaps they had spread, like the snowdrops, into thousands. She wondered
how long it would be before they showed that they were flowers. Sometimes she stopped digging
to look at the garden and try to imagine what it would be like when it was covered with
thousands of lovely things in bloom.

QUESTIONS:
 1. Who is the main Character?

2. Who wrote the book?

3. Where does the story take place?

4. What are some of the setting of the story?

Interpretative Comprehension:

The Boy Who Cried Wolf

There once was a shepherd boy who was bored as he sat on the hillside watching the village
sheep. To amuse himself he took a great breath and sang out, "Wolf! Wolf! The Wolf is chasing
the sheep!"

The villagers came running up the hill to help the boy drive the wolf away. But when they
arrived at the top of the hill, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the sight of their angry
faces.

"Don't cry 'wolf', shepherd boy," said the villagers, "when there's no wolf!" They went grumbling
back down the hill.

Later, the boy sang out again, "Wolf! Wolf! The wolf is chasing the sheep!" To his naughty
delight, he watched the villagers run up the hill to help him drive the wolf away.

When the villagers saw no wolf they sternly said, "Save your frightened song for when there is
really something wrong! Don't cry 'wolf' when there is NO wolf!"

But the boy just grinned and watched them go grumbling down the hill once more.

Later, he saw a REAL wolf prowling about his flock. Alarmed, he leaped to his feet and sang out
as loudly as he could, "Wolf! Wolf!"

But the villagers thought he was trying to fool them again, and so they didn't come.

At sunset, everyone wondered why the shepherd boy hadn't returned to the village with their
sheep. They went up the hill to find the boy. They found him weeping.

"There really was a wolf here! The flock has scattered! I cried out, "Wolf!" Why didn't you
come?"
An old man tried to comfort the boy as they walked back to the village.

"We'll help you look for the lost sheep in the morning," he said, putting his arm around the
youth, "Nobody believes a liar...even when he is telling the truth!"

QUESTIONS:

1. Why are the villagers angry with the boy?

2. Why do the villagers not believe the boy the third time he "cries wolf"?
3. How does the boy improve his trick when he does it a second time?
4. What do you think about the boy? Can you explain?

Applied Comprehension:

THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last
evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was
walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but
what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to
her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled
by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again, and a boy had run off with the
other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own.
And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an
old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No
one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The
snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows
lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve.
Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the
other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but
did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father
would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof
through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and
rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she
could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one
out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as
she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she
were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How
wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to
warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains
of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the
wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table
a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed
gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down
from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the
little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted
another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger
and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the
rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures
like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward
them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as
bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who
had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to
God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old
grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the
match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the
beautiful big Christmas tree!"

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother
with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight.
Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both
of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither
cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth,
frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic
figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost
burned.
"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had
seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.

Questions:

1. Does The Little Match Girl end the way you expected? How? Why?
2. If you were her father what would you feel after seeing the frozen body of the girl?
3. What will happen if the girl chose to go home?
4. How would you compare The Little Match Girl with your own experience?

Evaluative Comprehension:

Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.  Whenever she
went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red
Riding Hood.

One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother
as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.

"That's a good idea," her mother said.  So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood
to take to her grandmother.

When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.

"Remember, go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned.  "Don't dawdle along the
way and please don't talk to strangers!  The woods are dangerous."

"Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."

But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her
promise to her mother.  She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to
the frogs croaking and then picked a few more. 

Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a
dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her...

Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.

"What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could
muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook,"  Little Red
Riding Hood replied.

Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her
Grandma's house. 

The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...

The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the
door.

"Oh thank goodness dear!  Come in, come in!  I was worried sick that something had happened
to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter.

The wolf let himself in.  Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf
gobbled her up!

The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown
that he liked.  He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny's
perfume behind his pointy ears.

A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door.  The wolf jumped into bed and
pulled the covers over his nose.  "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice.

"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."

"Oh how lovely!  Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.

When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her
Grandmother.

"Grandmother!  Your voice sounds so odd.  Is something the matter?" she asked.

"Oh, I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.

"But Grandmother!  What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to
the bed.

"The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.

"But Grandmother!  What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.

"The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.

"But Grandmother!  What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering
slightly.
"The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to
chase the little girl.

Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her
Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.

She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help!  Wolf!" as loudly as she could.

A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as
he could.

He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the
whole experience, but still in one piece."Oh Grandma, I was so scared!"  sobbed Little Red
Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again."

"There, there, child.  You've learned an important lesson.  Thank goodness you shouted loud
enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!"

The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn't
bother people any longer.

Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.

Questions:

1. Do you think it was right for Little Red Riding Hood’s mother to send her off into

the woods alone? Why or why not?

2. Should parents make their children learn by experience?

Lesson 4 Assignment:

Graph illustrating the cognitive process in reading

Lesson 5: Assignment:

Advertisement of Any of the 5 significant Language:

Adaptive Language:

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must adhere to a precise broadcast schedule. Some addressability can be achieved by
segmenting the market into geographic zones. However, this is a “blind” operation—there is
no return path to measure the effectiveness or interest level of the advertisements on a zone-
by-zone basis.
There are ways, however, that zone-based linear systems can support some measure of
adaptive advertising. The first of these is client-based linear (CBL) advertising. CBL
advertising relies on the client or set-top box to select an appropriate advertisement from a
set of ads that are either stored in the client or available, in real time, on another channel.
Since storage is generally not available on all clients, the alternative real-time-tuning method
is attractive. However, tuning from the broadcast channel to an ad channel and tuning back
again cleanly and on a precise schedule is a challenge for many clients.

A second way to support advanced advertising in a linear environment is to directly solicit

input with interactive ads. Although these ads must maintain their schedule (that is, they
cannot pause for viewer input), viewers can either request follow-up information (such as by
mail or email) or may be offered the option to dynamically tune to a separate unicast channel
containing additional information.