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Determine the meaning of unfamiliar words through picture analysis B. Predict events based on the details C. Describe the character based on their values II. Subject Matter Topic: Les Miserables by Victor Hugo III. Procedure A. Pre-Reading Motive Question: In our present society, does a man with a prison record still have a future? Vocabulary: The teacher will have a vocabulary activity through picture analysis. The students will analyze the picture that appropriately fits the unfamiliar word. Vocabulary Words: a. monseigneur b. messieurs c. gendarme B. During Reading The reading and teacher will read aloud the parts of the story. After reading each part, the teacher will raise a literal question and predictive question. Reading 1: Why do you think Jean Valjean couldn't sleep well? Reading 2: Whos room do you think it was? Reading 3: What do you think Jean Valjean do inside the room of the bishop? Reading 4: What do you think Jean Valjean see inside the cupboard? Reading 5: Why do you think the brigadier wants to see the bishop? Reading 6: What do you think is the reaction of the bishop when he saw Jean Valjean?
The teacher will ask the student to fill out the chart with the missing information. The details will be extracted from the story they ave read. CHARACTERS Jean Valjean Bishop An instrument to make Jean Valjean an honest man ROLES thief VALUES
C. Post Reading Dramatize the values of hospitality, honesty and God fearing, of the character. Show practical situation where these values are realized.
Les Mserables ( Excerpt ) by Victor Hugo As the cathedral clock struck two, Jean Valjean awoke. What awakened him was, to good a bed. For nearly twenty years. He had not slept in a bed, and, although he had not undressed, the sensation was too novel not to disturb his sleep. He had slept something more than four hours. His fatigue had passed away. He was not accustomed to give many hours to repose. He could not go to sleep again, and so he began to think. Those six silver plates took possession of him. There they were, within a few steps. His mind wavered a whole hour, and a long one, in fluctuation and in struggle. The clock struck three. He opened his eyes, rose up hastily in bed, reached out his arm and felt for his haversack, which he had put into the corner of the alcove, then he thrust out his legs and placed his feet on the ground, and found himself, he knew not how, seated on his bed. All was still in the house. With stealthy steps, he moved towards the door of the next room, which was the bishop's, as we know. On reaching the door, he found it unlatched. The bishop had not closed it. He took one step and was in the room. A deep calm filled the chamber. Here and there indistinct, confused forms could be distinguished; which by day, were papers scattered over a table, open folios, books piled on a stool, an armchair with clothes on it, a prie-dieu, but now were only dark corners and whitish spots. Jean advances, farther end of the room he could hear the equal and quiet breathing of the sleeping bishop. He did not remove his eyes from the old man. The only thing which was plain from his attitude and his countenance was a strange indecision. You would have said he was hesitating between two realms, that of the doomed and that of the saved. He appeared ready either to cleave this skull, or to kiss this hand. In a few moments he raised his left hand slowly to his forehead and took off his hat; then, letting his hand fall with the same slowness, Jean Valjean resumed his contemplations, his cap in his left hand, his club in his right, and his hair bristling on his fierce-looking head. Under this frightful gaze the bishop still slept in his profound peace. The crucifix above the mantelpiece was dimly visible in the moonlight, apparently extending its arms towards both, with a benediction for one and a pardon for the other. Suddenly Jean Valjean put on his cap, then passed quickly, without looking at the bishop, along the bed, straight to the cupboard which he perceived near its head; he raised the drill to force the lock; the key was in it; the basket of silver, he took it, crossed noise, reached the door, entered the oratory, took his stick, stepped out, put the silver on his knapsack, threw away the basket, ran across the garden, leaped over the wall like a tiger, and fled... Th next day at sunrise, Monseigneur Bienvenu was walking in the garden. Madame Magloire ran towards him quite beside herself. “Monseigneur, monseigneur,” cried she, “does your greatness know where the silver basket is?”
“Yes”, said the bishop. “God be praised!” said she, “I did not know what had become of it.” The bishop had just found the basket on a flower-bed. He gave it to Madame Magloire and said: “There it is.” “Yes”, said she, “but there is nothing in it. The silver?” “Ah!” said the bishop,” it is the silver then that troubles you. I do not know where that is.” “Good heavens! It is stolen. That man who came last night stole it.” And in twinkling of an eye, with all the agility of which her age was capable, Madame Magloire ran to the oratory, went into the alcove, and came back to the bishop. The bishop was bending with some sadness over a cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken in falling. He looked up at Madame Maglore's cry: “Monsegneur, the man has gone! The silver is stolen!” While she was uttering this exclamation, her eyes fell on an angle of the garden where she saw traces of an escalade. A capstone of the wall had been thrown down. “See, there is where he got out; he jumped into Cochefilet lane. The abominable fellow! He has stolen our silver! The bishop was silent for a moment, then raising his eyes, he said mildly to Madame Magloire: “Now first, did the silver belong to us?” Madame Magloire did not answer; after a moment the bishop continued: “Madame Magloire, I have for a long time wrongfully withheld this silver; it belonged to the poor. Who was this man? A poor man evidently.” In a few minutes h was breakfasting at the same table at which Jean Valjean sat the night before. While breakfasting, Monseigneur Bienvenu pleasantly remarked to his sister who said nothing, and Madame Magloire who was grumbling to himself, that there was really no need even of a wooden spoon or fork to dip a piece of bread into a cup of milk. Just as the brother and sister were risking from the table, there was a knock at the door. “Come in,” said the bishop. The door opened. A strange, fierce group on the threshold. Three men were holding a fourth by the collar. The three men were gendarmes; the fourth, Jean Valjean. A brigadier of gendarmes, who appeared to head the group, was near the door. He advanced towards the bishop, giving a military salute. “Monseigneur,” said he ---
At this word, Jean Valjean, who was sullen and seemed entirely cast down, raised his head with a stupefied air--“Monseigneur !” he murmured, “then it is not the cure!” “Silence!” said a gendarme, “it is Monseigneur, the bishop.” In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu had approached as quickly as his great age permitted: 'Ah, there you are!” said he, looking towards Jean Valjean,” I am glad to see you. But! I gave you the candlesticks also, which are silver like the rest, and would bring two hundred francs. Why did you not take them along with your plates?” Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishopwith an expression which no human tongue could describe. “Monseigneur,” said the brigadier, “ then what this man said was true? We met him. He was going like a man who was running away, and we arrested him in order to see. He had this silver. “And he told you,” interrupted the bishop, with a smile,”that it had been given him by a good old priest with whom he had passed the night. I see it all. And you brought him back here? It is all a mistake.” “If that is so,” said the brigadier,” we can let him go.” “Certainly,” replied the bishop. The gendarmes released Jean Valjean, who shrank back. “Is it true that they let me go?” he said in a voice almost inarticulate, as if he were speaking in his sleep. He went to the mantelpiece, took the two candlesticks, and brought them to Jean Valjean. Te two women beheld the action without a word, or gesture, or look, that might disturb the bishop. Jean Valjean was trembling in every limb. He took the two candlesticks mechanically, and with valid appearance. “Now,” said the bishop, “go in peace.” Then turning to the gendarmes, he sad: 'Messieurs, you can retire.” The gendarmes withdrew. Jean Valjean felt like a man who is just about to faint. The bishop approached him, and said, in a low voice: “Forget not, never forget that you have promised me to use this silver to become an honest man.” Jean Valjean, who had no recollection of this promise, stood confounded. The bishop had laid
much stress upon these words as he uttered them. He continued, solemnly: “Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!” Jean Valjean went out of the city as if he were escaping. He made all haste to get into the open country, taking the first lanes and by-paths that offered, without noticing that he was every moment retracing his steps. He wandered thus all morning He had eaten nothing, but he felt no hunger. He was the prey of a multitude of sensations.
Reading Comprehension Rubric
POOR 1 pts FOCUS ON STORY PRETENDS TO LISTEN TO THE STORY. MOSTLY LOOKS AROUND OR FIDDLES WITH THINGS STUDENT HAS DIFFICULTY RETELLING THE STORY
FAIR 2 pts
GOOD 3 pts
STUDENT SEEMS TO STUDENT IS NOT LOST BE ENJOYING THE IN THE STORY. THERE'S STORY BUT GETS NO LOOKING AROUND DISTRACTED AT OR FIDDLING WITH TIMES BY OBJECTS THINGS. AND PEERS STUDENT ACCURATELY DESCRIBES WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE STORY STUDENT DESCRIBES HOW SOME DIFFERENT CHARACTERS MIGHT HAVE FELT AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN THE STORY, BUT DOES NOT PROVIDE SUPPORT STUDENT ACCURATELY DESCRIBES WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE STORY AND TRIES TO PREDICT "WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT' STUDENT DESCRIBES HOW DIFFERENT CHARACTERS MIGHT HAVE FELT IN THE STORY AND POINTS OUT SOME PICTURES OR WORDS TO SUPPORT INTERPRETATION
STUDENT CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW DIFFERENT CHARACTERS MIGHT HAVE FELT AT DIFFERENT POINTS IN THE STORY.
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