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Creative Non-Fiction G12 Module Jan 11-29
Creative Non-Fiction G12 Module Jan 11-29
A Diocesan School
NEW ILOILO, TANTANGAN, SOUTH COTABATO
Tel. No. (083) 229 – 1113
Email Address: notredamenewiloilo@gmail.com
II - PRE-ASSESSMENT
Direction: Read and answer the following statements. Encircle the
correct letter of your choice.
1.Non Fiction
a. reason for which the author writers c. writer tell his own story
b. writing that is true d. writer gives and explanation of ideas
2. Autobiography
a. writer tells someone else’s story c. writing is not true
b. writer tells his own story d. gives a description of a topic
3. Informational Non-Fiction
a. Intent informing the reader about the topic
b. writing that is not true
c. writer tries to convince the reader
d. original materials that have not been altered
4.Biography
a. writer tells his own story c. writer tells the story of someone else’s
b. short form of literary composition d. writing gives explanation of ideas
5. Any short work of non-fiction offering a part of a magazine,
newspaper or book
a. article b. diary c. novel d. blog
6. A type of nonfiction writing that includes personal thoughts and
reflections.
a. memoir b. biography c. autobiography d. compare and contrast
7. This pattern of writing shows the order of events occurred
a. categorical b. expository c. chronological d. compare and
contrast
8. What is included in background information?
a. claim b. main character c. conflict d. setting
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9. Quote, question, study and statement about life and all are all
examples of ______.
a. conflict b. text evidence c. resolution d.leading statement
10. The theme of a story is______________.
a. the problem the character is facing
b. how much is the main character solves his problem
c. the location of the story
d. the lesson or big idea the author is trying to teach about
There were no phones. For some reason, our application for two
lines had been held up. Having just moved, I became acutely aware of
the lack of communications, a serious shortcoming in the eyes of a
fifteen year-old. In such ways were an adolescent boy’s inept attempts
at wooing adolescent girls doomed before they hardly had a chance to
succeed.
To communicate with the outside world I simply upped and went to
a friend’s house, Gerry’s in Xavierville or Abe’s in La Vista. I would
simply show up and take them by surprise. Was there some
emergency? They would ask. Why had I gone all the way there? Then
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A Diocesan School
NEW ILOILO, TANTANGAN, SOUTH COTABATO
Tel. No. (083) 229 – 1113
Email Address: notredamenewiloilo@gmail.com
they realized that without the ability to call them, I had little choice but to
pop up unannounced at their houses, ready to make myself at home
and partake of their meals. Teenagers can get away with such blithe
effrontery.
But even with its isolation, remedied a few months after we moved
in when the phone company finally deigned to be of service, the house
had its attractions. In fact, in many ways it was a dream house. It sat on
some eight hundred square meters, more than twice the size of the San
Juan house we left behind. And since the house my civil-engineer father
designed used up less than half the lot, we had more room to roam than
we had ever had, or ever would.
I was especially fond of the wide backyard. Half of it was concrete,
on which we thrashed around playing our tortured brand of basketball
with an undersized ball and a makeshift board and ring. The other half
was a garden, green and expansive; all we had at the back of the
Ledesma house was a patch of dark soil where nothing would grow.
Afternoons I’d take the cover off one of the round patio tables and
spread it on the prickly Bermuda grass. I’d lie there on the thick
tablecloth that was just long enough for me and gaze wistfully at a blue,
blue sky. The open space of the backyard gave me a vantage point to
the heavens I haven’t had before or since. Not a bad place to live in for
someone who sometimes wanted to just ponder the sky, who wanted
the occasional chance to escape to it.
I did that often, sitting on the sidewalk outside vigilantly watching
the sun setting over what to me was Greenhills (where the girl of special
interest to me lived), or lying on that tablecloth in the garden. Or sitting
at the balcony that joined the rooms of my parents and Pixie, my sister,
on the nights I’d suffer an insomnia attack; my sister asleep in the
master bedroom, I’d bring a chair from her room onto the balcony. An
insomniac, who sometimes has no choice but to be awake when the
dark gives way to light, can always treat himself to the dawn sky. For
the growing teen, perhaps the most important thing about the new
house were the bedrooms.
For the first time I had my own room, no small thing in a household
of five boys and one girl. An only girl must have her own room, mother
reasoned, and we used to envy Pixie her privilege. When we moved, I,
the third child, finally had mine. This was important. As a child staggers
into adolescence, he grows increasingly ornery when it comes to
matters of privacy. At last I had a place where my things, and thoughts,
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could be left undisturbed. Late afternoons and early evenings I’d turn off
the lights and play something on my stereo – Barbra Streisand’s
"Somewhere" or Boston’s "More Than a Feeling" or "Amanda," U2’s
"With or Without You" – anything that soared, and turn up the volume.
I’d lie in bed facing the window. Or I’d open the window and sit on the
sill, my feet in the plant box, and let the music take me up into the
deepening darkness.
It didn’t take long, though, before I felt that I didn’t quite fit here.
Neighbors can do that to you. On the asphalted tennis court at the park
I played mostly with kids from around the village, kids ten, eleven,
twelve years old. And they were kids in their brash, self-absorbed way. I
was never comfortable around them, and I put up with them only
because I enjoyed the game.
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Tel. No. (083) 229 – 1113
Email Address: notredamenewiloilo@gmail.com
it hard to track the priest’s words. The word of God deserved better
acoustics.
Maybe it was no accident that my crisis of faith occurred at about
that time. It was hard enough grappling with soul-piercing questions of
faith; it became tougher to hang on to God in a place that didn’t seem to
want you to. How could faith smolder in a house of worship cold as
this? I stopped going to that church, or any other. I see now that
such thoughts could probably weigh heavily only on the mind of a mid-
teen, one grown attuned, excessively perhaps, to the hollowness of
conformity. I was fighting my quiet rebellions, against family, school,
social classes, God – the things that boxed me in and told who I should
be, what I should believe in, how I should behave. I was concerned,
maybe too much so, with the incongruence between who you were and
who you pretended to be. It was too easy to judge.
And perhaps a teenager feels more acutely than others that he is
an outsider. Was I one of them? Yes and no, and I squirmed at the
contradiction. There I was in their midst, living a comfortable life in one
of their cushy houses. I wanted the money and what it could buy (in a
family of six children one feels that there is never enough to go around).
But I spurned the accoutrements of such a life, the status symbols, the
badges one wore to prove membership in what I thought was a vacuous
elite. I felt uneasy knowing I wasn’t poor, that my skin was pale, that I
spoke in competent English, that my tastes weren’t lowbrow, that I ate
well, that we had cars and maids and an eight-hundred square-meter
house in a posh private subdivision, that I studied in an expensive
exclusive school – that I was part of a narrow stratum of society that did
exceedingly well at fending for itself. This was who I was, and it wasn’t
all right with me. I had become what I scorned: a rich kid. It was one
other thing to fight.
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Tel. No. (083) 229 – 1113
Email Address: notredamenewiloilo@gmail.com
At dusk fat flies hovered eerily in the air, after darkness had
relented but before the sun had come out, as if presiding over some
solemn ceremony in which the night gave leave to the day. I saw that
strange but wondrous rite several times because of my insomnia
attacks. One summer I suffered a particularly severe one. I’d go to bed
at ten then be awake at two, unable to sleep anymore. I’d get up and
play games on the computer, watch tapes, read. When my mother got
up at dawn I’d help her heat some water for coffee, put ice in and fill the
water jug, and sit at the kitchen table. We weren’t talkative at five in the
morning, so we would just drink coffee. When it started to get light out
I’d take a walk or jog, pounding the concrete and the soft earth and
grass, making small circles in the yard, the fat flies that buzzed softly
paying no heed. I’d come in and eat a heavy breakfast, sleep the whole
afternoon, then go through it all again that night. Somehow, after weeks
of this, I was finally able to fall asleep at midnight and wake at eight. I
counted my blessings, old house included. The end came soon enough.
The owners of the lot had sold it to a townhouse developer, and we had
until the end of March 1992 to move out. It had been nearly three years.
We packed up and started shuttling between this place and the
next, but moving seemed like more work this time than when we left
Greenmeadows. The trips to Marikina were longer than the ones from
Ortigas to San Juan, and the traffic had only grown heavier. We’d be
able to make only two, maybe three trips a day before pleading
exhaustion. The HiAce got worn down quickly. On our last trip we
stuffed everything that would fit into the cars, just barely fitting into them
ourselves, and drove out for the last time it was also my last day as a
teacher in the Ateneo High School: March 29, Sunday, graduation day.
I’d taught there two years. That last year I’d met Hilda. On my first date
with her in the middle of August, I came home at six in the morning. We
had been on the couch in her living room talking until two, fell asleep,
and woke up at five thirty, my head still on her lap. My mother opened
the gate, a look of worry on her face, as if afraid she’d lost me to
someone else. She did. One week later Hilda agreed to be my
girlfriend, my first ever. Five years later we were married.
After two years on probation at Ateneo High, my contract wasn’t
renewed, and on that last day I stuffed what was left of my things into
plastic shopping bags and, after the ceremony and a complimentary
dinner, threw them into a car and drove off into the night. No job, new
house, no teary farewells. A few days later, my mother would go back to
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try to retrieve some more things. The gate was open, she said;
someone had shit on the driveway. Faucets and other fixtures were
gone, tiles torn out, the place a mess. I’m glad I never saw that. Then
they torched the house, easier and cheaper than tearing it down, and I
suppose that was good, as good a way as any to go.
I know it gives her joy to have relatives over during the regular
Christmas and New Year get-togethers, which have been held in our
house for the past half-decade or so. She brings out the special dishes,
cups and saucers, platters, glasses, bowls, coasters and doilies she
herself crocheted. Perhaps I understand better why her Christmas
decor has grown more lavish each year. After seeing off the last guests
after the most recent gathering, she sighed, "Ang kalat ng bahay!" I
didn’t see her face, but I could hear her smiling. My father replied,
"Masaya ka naman." It wasn’t a secret. Sundays we come over to the
house, everyone who has moved out, and have lunch together. Sunday
lunches were always differently esteemed in our household. Now that
some of us have left, I sense that my siblings try harder than they ever
did to be there. I know I do. I try not to deprive my mother the chance to
do what she does best.
Epilogue
To me it makes more and more sense for him to sell the Marikina
house, use some of the money to pay off his debts, buy a condominium
with two or three bedrooms, and live off the interest on what remains,
which would still be substantial. I’ve mentioned this to him a few times,
and he seems receptive. But I wonder if there’s such a thing as a
transfer threshold, dislocation fatigue that accumulates over a lifetime of
setting up in one place then moving. By my count the Cinco Hermanos
house is my father’s eighth home. Will he and my mother be too tired,
too weary for another relocation? A few years ago my father and his
brothers and sisters sold their house in San Juan. Built in 1948, it had
lasted nearly half a century, sheltering my grandfather and grandmother
and their eight children. They had planned to build a condominium on
the lot, but the real estate bubble of the mid-nineties convinced them
that it would be better to just sell. It was sold. That was not my father’s
first house, though it seemed so to me. Born in 1935, he lived near
Pinaglabanan church, then in 1940 at the corner of M. Paterno and
Alfonso XIII, with relatives. In my mind the Paterno house was his first,
not just because I hadn’t seen the first two (the first is gone, the second
rebuilt). The Paterno house was where his father and mother lived, and
I’d always imagined them and their children making do in that structure
that weathered the decades. When we were little, my siblings and
cousins, we spent Sundays there. I learned how to ride a bicycle on the
long driveway. We played tennis on a neighbor’s court after climbing the
back wall. In the grassy front yard we played baseball, and I hit the first
homerun in that tiny ballpark. We fished for star apples with long
bamboo sticks, picked dewy santan, got caught in the thorny
bougainvillea bushes retrieving errant pingpong balls. The last time I
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NEW ILOILO, TANTANGAN, SOUTH COTABATO
Tel. No. (083) 229 – 1113
Email Address: notredamenewiloilo@gmail.com
passed by the lot the house had been torn down. My father would have
been thirteen when he moved into it; he was over sixty when he and his
brothers and sisters let it go. It made sense to sell it, but I wonder if
anything was bargained away in the transaction. He had lost his parents
years before. Was losing the house a final orphaning? Is this the last
one? Am I here for good? Or should I keep the boxes and packing tape
handy? Houses provided us the necessary certainties – somewhere to
come home to where you’d find your family, your things, a hot dinner, a
bed or a good couch. Write to me here. Call me at this number. But I’ve
changed addresses and phone numbers enough times to know better.
Perhaps that’s what houses are really about: the fundamental
uncertainty of life, the slowly learned fact that the reference points by
which we draw our maps and chart our course are ever shifting, and a
life’s cartography is never quite done. That isn’t necessarily a sad thing.
Perhaps the houses are no longer, but somewhere inside me I am still
marveling at the break of day, at the way the moon illuminates the
grass, at the way the lives of those I’ve lived with have crisscrossed and
intertwined with mine, no matter how tangled up it all sometimes got. I
count my blessings, the ghosts of houses past included.
This essay won First prize for the Essay in the 2000 Palanca
Awards
IV - ASSESSMENT
A – Direction: Analyze the text that capture the photo in Time
Magazine, November 1990 (Write analysis on the photo that
Humanized AIDS). Write your answer on the space provided.
The Photo that Changed the Face of AIDS
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Awesome Good Effort A Work in Just
Criteria
(4) (3) Progress (2) Beginning (1)
Makes a Makes a detailed Makes a detailed Description
complete and description most description some are not
detailed of the subject of the subject detailed or
description of the matter and/or matter and/or complete
Objective
subject matter elements seen in elements seen in
and/or elements the photograph the photograph
seen in the
photograph
Provides a Provides a Provides some Summary is
complete somewhat summary about not detailed or
summary of the complete the situation and complete
situation and time summary of the time period
Knowledge period shown, situation and time shown, and the
and the people period shown, people and
and objects that and the people objects that
appear. and objects that appear.
appear.
Forms a Forms somewhat Relates how Finds it difficult
reasonable reasonable photograph to interpret the
hypothesis about hypothesis about makes him/her meaning of the
what is viewed in what is viewed in fee personally. photograph.
the photograph the photograph
Interpretation
and is able to and is able to
support this with support with
evidence from the some evidence
photograph from the
photograph
Finds detailed Finds some Finds the time Does not find
information about information about period for the any
Future
the time period the time period photograph. information
Research
and relates It to and relates it to about the
the photograph the photograph. photograph.
Source:
http://www.cyberbee.com/artifacts/Photo%20Analysis%20Rubric.pdf
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B – Direction: Multiple Choice. Choose the letter that best answers the
given question. Encircle the letter of your answer.
1. Hints or clues as to what will happen?
a. mood c. personification
b. point of view d. foreshadowing
2. Contrast between what is expected and what actually happens
a. symbol c. simile
b. b. conflict d. irony
3. Perspective from which the story is told
a. mood c. tone
b. point of view d. personification
4. Time and place of action in the story
a. character c. setting
b. theme d. imagery
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5. The main event or sequence in the study
a. setting c. plot
b. character d. mood
6. This is referred to as the atmosphere of a literary piece
a. conflict c. climax
b. mood d. theme
7. The performers that do the action and speak dialogue in the story
a. plot c. character
b. story d. imagery
8. A representation using an object or a mood to represent an
abstract idea
a. character c. mood
b. symbolism d. foreshadow
9. The underlying message that a writer wants to get across such as
bravery, perseverance or undying love
a. tone c. mood
b. theme d. conflict
10. Literary elements of the story which is considered as the
turning point of a narrative work is it’s point of highest tension or
drama
a. climax c. conflict
b. characterization d. tone
V - FEEDBACK
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