LESSON PLAN

NAME:
MONICA PETRUTA AROTARITEI
CLASS:
11 A
OBJECT:
ENGLISH
LEVEL:
ADVANCED
DATE:
MAY 14TH 2008
TIME:
50 minutes
NUMBER OF STUDENTS: 30
LESSON TOPIC:
LINES THAT RHYME

LANGUAGE SKILLS:
Speaking- productive skill
Reading- receptive skill
Writing- productive skill
Listening- receptive skill
GENERAL AIMS:
to arouse the pupils interest in poetry
to improve their knowledge
to help students improve their speaking
to help students learn how to analyze a poem
to develop communication during class
to check comprehension
to make students use their previous knowledge
to stimulate students imagination
SPECIFIC AIMS:
- by the end of the lesson:
students will be able to express their opinions about the analyzed poems
students will be able to create their own poems based on certain elements given by the teacher
students should perceive the oral and written message given by the teacher
TEACHING TECHNIQUES:

Conversation
Questions and answers
Discussion

ORGANIZATION OF THE CLASS:

AIDS:

lockstep, pair- work, individual work

handouts, textbook, dictionaries and blackboard

1..Activity One- Conversation

Warm-up ( 3 minutes)
- the teacher greets the pupils
- the pupils greet the teacher
- organization of the class (the attendance of the pupils)
2. Activity Two- ( 10 minutes) -Speaking, Listening
- checking homework assignment
- -the teacher corrects the possible mistakes from the homework
- the pupils correct their homework if necessary
- the teacher gives some fragments of different poems by Mihai Eminescu to the students, the
fragments of the poems are in English
- the students must recognize the title of the poems and the themes from the fragments
3. Activity Three ( 3minutes)- Speaking ,Writing, Listening
- the teacher asks the students to write in their notebooks lists of poets and their nationalities
- the students work in pairs
- the teachers puts on a CD with music to create a warmer atmosphere during the lesson
4. Activity Four- ( 20 minutes)- Reading, Speaking and Writing
- the teacher asks the students to open their textbooks at page 97 and to read the poem FIRST
LOVE by John Clare
- the students are asked to find the key words of the poem and to discuss the sounds, the images,
the colours and the feelings which are expressed in the poem by the author
- the students must discover the theme of the poem and express their own opinions regarding the
poem and to agree or to disagree with the author
5. Activity Five- ( 10 minutes) Writing, Speaking, Reading
- the teachers asks the students to write down their own poems using a certain pattern
- the students may choose their own theme for the poem and after writing the poem they read it to
their colleagues and to the teacher
6. Activity Six- (2 minutes) - Writing, Speaking
- the teachers gives the students as homework assignment exercise 8 b page 99 from the textbook
8. Activity Seven- (2 minute) - Conversation
- the teacher congratulates the students using encouraging words and says Good bye!

To the star

Sleepy birds

Evening Star

The radiance from that new-born

star
Will take many thousands of years
To travel a path that comes so far
To finally reach our eyes.

All those sleepy birds

Now tired from flight
Hide among the leaves
Good-night!

There was, as in the fairy tales,

As ne'er in the time's raid,
There was, of famous royal blood
A most beautiful maid.

Only the spring whispers

When the wood sleeps silently;
Even flowers in the gardens
Sleep peacefully!

She was her parents' only child,

Bright like the sun at noon,
Like the Virgin midst the saints
And among stars the moon.

And If...

From the deep shadow of the vaults

Her step now she directs
Toward a window; at its nook
Bright Evening-star expects.

Perhaps it died while on its way

Through infinite blue space,
Yet only now does its light stray
To shine upon your face.

And if the branches tap my pane

And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.
And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.

She looks as in the distant seas

He rises, darts his rays
And leads the blackish, loaded ships
On the wet, moving, ways.

(the title of your poem)

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