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Creative Nonfiction
Quarter 1 – Module 3:
Literary Conventions of Traditional
Genres
English – Grade 12
Alternative Delivery Mode
Quarter 1 – Module 3:Literary Conventions of Traditional Genres
First Edition, 2020
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Creative Nonfiction
Quarter 1 – Module 3:
Literary Conventions of Traditional
Genres
Introductory Message
For the Facilitator:
In addition to the material in the main text, you will also see this box in the body of
the module:
As a facilitator, you are expected to orient the learners on how to use this module.
You also need to keep track of the learners' progress while allowing them to manage
their own learning. Furthermore, you are expected to encourage and assist the
learners as they do the tasks included in the module.
For the learner:
Welcome to the Creative Nonfiction Alternative Delivery Mode (ADM) Module 3 on
Literary Conventions of Traditional Genres!
This module was designed to provide you with fun and meaningful opportunities for
guided and independent learning at your own pace and time. You will be enabled to
process the contents of the learning resource while being an active learner.
This module has the following parts and corresponding icons:
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This part includes an activity that aims to check
what you already know about the lesson to take.
What I Know
If you get all the answers correct (100%), you
may decide to skip this module.
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The following are some reminders in using this module:
1. Use the module with care. Do not put unnecessary mark/s on any part of the
module. Use a separate sheet of paper in answering the exercises.
2. Don’t forget to answer What I Know before moving on to the other activities
included in the module.
3. Read the instruction carefully before doing each task.
4. Observe honesty and integrity in doing the tasks and checking your answers.
5. Finish the task at hand before proceeding to the next.
6. Return this module to your teacher/facilitator once you are through with it.
If you encounter any difficulty in answering the tasks in this module, do not
hesitate to consult your teacher or facilitator. Always bear in mind that you are not
alone.
We hope that through this material, you will experience meaningful learning and
gain deep understanding of the relevant competencies. You can do it.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CONTENT PAGES
WHAT’S IN ------------------------------------------------ 3
WHAT IS IT ------------------------------------------------ 4
ASSESSMENT ------------------------------------------------ 10
GLOSSARY ------------------------------------------------ 11
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What I Need to Know
Directions: Supply the following with the appropriate word found below to
complete the statements. Write your answer in your notebook.
What’s In
Before we start, let me ask you these questions. If you were given the chance
to express your feeling to someone you like, how would you say it? Write
your answer in your notebook. Make sure to express your feeling in three
sentences only.
1.
2.
3.
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What do you think are you doing the moment you express your
thoughts?
Do you have a technique and style in expressing your thoughts?
If your answer is “YES”, congratulations, you are now ready to learn
and understand the topic that you are about to tackle.
What’s New
One sunny day, an old man climbed the top of a hill, tired and
panting, carrying two bird cages in his hand. Inside the cage, there were two
birds – one blue and one black. The man sat under a maple tree, looking at
the two beautiful birds and then spoke, “O lovely little birds of God,” he said
sympathizing, “Life is miserable to you birds, as you have to be shut up in a
cage all day long, striving for freedom, thinking of the days when you used
to fly joyfully in the bright blue sky. What you bird desperately need is
freedom and freedom alone!” Saying this, the man looked above at the
floating clouds and slowly turned to open the cage doors, to let the birds go
free. When he tried to do this unique act, the man was suddenly filled with
immense pride. He then opened the cage doors. “Fly away to Paradise-to
God’s Garden of love, into the sunshine, into the brilliant light, to a big new
world awaiting you!” The birds immediately knew that were granted freedom
and they flew out of the cage, happy and free, humming a blissful song. The
man then closed his eyes for a second and thought that he had
accomplished something indescribable and these moments seemed
unforgettable to him. In a few minutes, the birds disappeared and were
nowhere to be seen.
The man returned the next day to the same place and was amazed to
see the two birds back again singing, perched on the maple tree. He revisited
the same place again the day after that and saw the birds. He continued this
routine of visiting the hill, for a year, again and again to see the lovely birds.
One as usual, when he climbed the hill to see the birds, he was surprised
not to find the birds. The man spent all his day, searching all over the place
and was terribly disappointed at the end of the day. The man kept on going
to the same place daily after that, with no luck of finding the birds.
One more year passed. The old man became very sick and was laid in
his deathbed. He came to know that his time on earth was very short. That
night, he thought of the birds, the maple tree and the hill that he could not
climbed again. As he was sleeping with these sad thoughts in his heart, he
was awakened by chirping sounds coming from the windowsill. He opened
his eyes and saw the happiness. The birds flew and sat on the desk and
sang to him all night long. In his dream, he climbed the hill and saw
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thousands of bird cages, one by one and setting all the birds free and soon
birds filled the entire sky and he heard them thank him.
The morning dawned and the milkman, who supplied milk every day,
entered the old man’s house and was shocked to see the dead old man on
his bed and the two birds seated by his side, on the desk. “Poor old man!” he
exclaimed, as an evil smile spread his lips, when he thought of the birds. “I
wonder how much they would give me for these ugly birds at the market. I
would take no less than five pounds” he thought and turned to grab them.
What Is It
Okay! You made it! Now let’s continue. As part of creative nonfiction,
one must learn about the Literary Conventions. Now, what are the literary
conventions? Literary Convention means the aggregate of norms and
standards (i.e., plot, character, setting, icon, theme, or effect in a genre
story) created in the realm of literary heritage. Each literary genre possesses
certain conventions that produce remarkable effects. They are defining
elements of the different genres and subgenres. Conventions can also refer
to the way ideas are expressed: literal or figurative. In this sense, it can
mean the use of language that includes grammar (i.e., tense, syntax),
vocabulary, story structure, etc. Literary genres are collections of
conventions that aim to create novelty and creativity.
So, is there a question that still hangs in your mind? Let me ask you
this question:
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Literary convention has this so-called Traditional Conventions.
These are the following:
Fiction is a literary genre that tells something based on imagination
rather than on facts. It features creativity in inventing place, characters,
settings, and themes within and beyond factual realms. Imaginative stories
which could be realistic or not, usually emphasize character development.
Furthermore, it is also categorized into subgenres defined by content,
technique, and tone. These are the novel, myth, short story, legend, fable,
historical fiction, adventure, fantasy, mystery, science fiction,
traditional literature, and folktales. Realistic fiction is a story that can
happen in real life with true-to-life characters, reasonable and believable
outcomes, and contemporary and historical setting.
Poetry is a literary work in which special intensity is given to the
expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm;
poems collectively or as a genre of literature. The literary norms in poetry
refer to how structure and rhythm are linked to content and theme. We
know it is a poem because it is composed of verses or pairs of lines, and is
metered. Furthermore, patterns and techniques contribute to the overall
meaning of the literary piece. For example, a narrative poem tells a story. A
lyrical poem evokes emotions, reflections, and thoughts.
Western literary tradition has three primary poetic conventions;
meter, rhythm, and rhyme.
Meter highlights the stressed and unstressed syllables in a poem.
Rhythm refers to a certain pattern in a line of verse or stanza. Finally, rhyme
is the repetition of similar or the same sounds in the lines of verses, usually
in the final syllables of a poem or songs.
Drama reveals situations through its characters, settings, and plot. It
is filled with climaxes and turning points that develop the characters. It also
brings out social issues aimed to evoke emotions in the audience as they
relate to the complications of the story and the actions.
The ending may be happy, tragic, or a combination of both. Moreover,
not all drama follows these conventions as playwrights continue to inject
creativity to their masterpieces.
Take a look at this example:
What do you think is the dominant convention in the poem? It’s the
rhyme! How about the pattern? Is there a pattern? Yes! What is the
pattern? The pattern is that the first two lines have the same rhyme
and the next two lines have the same rhymes also. You got it! So, are you
ready to spot for a dominant literary convention? Okay, here’s a poem for
you. Let us use poetry as our genre. Are you ready?
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Sonnet 116
By: William Shakespeare
What’s More
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Barrio Boy
By: Ernesto Galarza
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one end of the table. He was brown like us, a plump kid with shiny black
hair combed straight back, neat, cool, and faintly obnoxious.
Miss Hopley joined us with a large book and some papers in her hand.
She, too, sat down and the questions and answers began by way of our
interpreter. My name was Ernesto. My mother’s name was Henriqueta. My
birth certificate was in San Blas. Here was my last report card from the
Escuela Municipal Numero 3 para Varones of Mazatlan, and so forth. Miss
Hopley put things down in the book and my mother signed a card.
As long as the questions continued, Doña Henriqueta could stay and
I was secure. Now that they were over, Miss Hopley saw her to the door,
dismissed our interpreter and without further ado took me by the hand and
strode down the hall to Miss Ryan’s forst grade. Miss Ryan took me to a seat
at the front of the room, into which I shrank-the better to survey her. She
was, too skinny, somewhat runty, of a withering height when she patrolled
the class. And when I least expected it, there she was, crouching by my
desk, her blond radiant face level with mine, her voice patiently
maneuvering me over the awful idiocies of the English language.
During the next few weeks Miss Ryan overcame my fears of tall,
energetic teachers as she bent over my desk to help me with a word in the
pre-primer. Step by step, she loosened me and my classmates from the safe
anchorage of the desks for recitations at the blackboard and consultations
at her desk. Frequently she burst into happy announcements to the whole
class. “Ito can read a sentence,” and small Japanese Ito, squint-eyed and
shy, slowly read aloud while the class listened in wonder: “Come, Skipper,
come. Come and run.”
The Korean, Portuguese, Italian, and Polish first graders had similar
moments of glory, no less shining than mine the day I conquered “butterfly,”
which I had been persistently pronouncing in standard Spanish as boo-ter-
flee. “Children,” Miss Ryan called for attention. “Ernesto has learned how to
pronounce butterfly!” And I proved it with a perfect imitation of Miss Ryan.
From that celebrated success, I was soon able to match Ito’s progress as a
sentence reader with “Come, butterfly, come fly with me.”
Like Ito and several other first graders who did not know English, I
received private lessons from Miss Ryan in the closet, a narrow hall off the
classroom with a door at each end. Next to one of these doors Miss Ryan
placed a large chair for herself and a small one for me. Keeping an eye on
the class through the open door she read with me about sheep in the
meadow and a frightened chicken going to see the king, coaching me out of
my phonetic ruts in words like pasture, bow-wow-wow, hay, and pretty,
which to my Mexican ear and eye had so many unnecessary sounds and
letters. She made me watch her lips and then close my eyes as she repeated
words I found hard to read. When we came to know each other better, I tried
interrupting to tell Miss Ryan how we said it in Spanish. It didn’t work.
She only said “oh” and went on with pasture, bow-wow-wow, and
pretty. It was as if in that closet we were both discovering together the
secrets of the English language and grieving together over the tragedies of
Bo-Peep. The main reason I was graduated with honors from the first grade
was that I had fallen in love with Miss Ryan. Her radiant, no-non-sense
character made us either afraid not to love her or love her so we would not
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be afraid, I am not sure which. It was not only that we sensed she was with
it, but also that she was with us. Like the first grade, the rest of the Lincoln
School was a sampling of the lower part of town where many races made
their home. My pals in the second grade were Kazushi, whose parents spoke
only Japanese; Matti, a skinny Italian boy; and Manuel, a fat Portuguese
who would never get into a fight but wrestled you to the ground and just sat
on you. Our assortment of nationalities included Koreans, Yugoslavs, Poles,
Irish, and home-grown Americans.
At Lincoln, making us into Americans did not mean scrubbing away
what made us originally foreign. The teachers called us as our parents did,
or as close as they could pronounce our names in Spanish or Japanese. No
one was ever scolded or punished for speaking in his native tongue on the
playground. Matti told the class about his mother’s down quilt, which she
had made in Italy with the fine feathers of a thousand geese. Encarnación
acted out how boys learned to fish in the Philippines. I astounded the third
grade with the story of my travels on a stagecoach, which nobody else in the
class had seen except in the museum at Sutter’s Fort. After a visit to the
Crocker Art Gallery and its collection of heroic paintings of the golden age of
California, someone showed a silk scroll with a Chinese painting. Miss
Hopley herself had a way of expressing wonder over these matters before a
class, her eyes wide open until they popped slightly. It was easy for me to
feel that becoming a proud American, as she said we should, did not mean
feeling ashamed of being Mexican.
So, were you able to get the point in writing an autobiography?
Great! So at this point, let me ask you to answer the questions to test
how far you have understood the article. Write the letter of your answer in
your notebook. You may refer to “Barrio Boy” any time.
1. What does this line mean, “The main reason I graduated with
honors from the first grade was that I had fallen in love with Miss
Ryan”?
a. Ernesto had a crush on Miss Ryan.
b. Ernesto is a favorite student of Miss Ryan.
c. Miss Ryan inspired Ernesto to excel in school.
d. Miss Ryan treated Ernesto with love and care.
2. What does the author imply in the following line, “At Lincoln,
making us into Americans did not mean scrubbing away what
made us originally foreign”?
a. Migrants can embrace the customs of America without
forgetting theirs.
b. Migrating to America makes the people forget their heritage.
c. America promises a good life and opportunities for migrants.
d. America is the superior country in the world.
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c. Compassionate and kind
d. Supportive but intimidating
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a. Confused
b. Intimidated
c. Obstinate
d. Resilient
10. Which character is being portrayed in this line, “She was, too
skinny, somewhat runty, of a withering height when she patrolled
the class”?
a. Miss Hopley
b. Miss Ryan
c. Mrs. Dodson
d. Miss Matti
What I Can Do
Assessment
Additional Activity
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5. ___________________ is a literary genre that tells something based on
imagination rather than on facts.
6. ___________________ defines the genre simply, succinctly, and accurately
as “true stories well told.”
7. ____________________ is a brief fictional prose narrative that is shorter
than a novel and that usually deals with only few characters.
8. ___________________ is the writer of the autobiography, Barrio Boy.
9.___________________ is a narration of personal experiences revealing an
account of events, line of thinking, emotions, expectations, and realizations
as narrated by person himself.
10. _________________ tells the chain of events through different stages
revealed in the story.
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Answer Key:
A. What I Know
1. Literary Convention
2. Drama
3. Literary Convention
4. Poetry
5. Fiction
6. Creative Nonfiction
7. Short Story
B. The Way of the World
1. The literary genre is a Short Story.
2. The story is presented through narration using the third person point of view.
C. The Barrio Boy
1. C
2. A
3. C
4. B
5. D
6. A
7. A
8. B
9. D
10. B
D. What I Have Learned
1. Writing an autobiography is writing a personal experience through the narration of the author. It
reveals an account of events, line of thinking, emotions, expectations, and realizations.
2. Yes, Literary Elements are relevant in the sense that it helps the writer write the idea into
chronological order.
E. Additional Activities
1. Literary Conventions
2. Drama
3. Literary Genre
4. Poetry
5. Fiction
6. Creative Nonfiction
7. Short Story
8. Ernesto Galarza
9. Autobiography
10. Plot
References:
www.google.com/story of Karma
www.merriamwebsterdictionary.com
www.youtube.com
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