WEEKLY LEARNING ACTIVITY SHEETS

English 7 Quarter 2 Week 5

Summarizing a Text

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I-MOST ESSENTIAL LEARNING COMPETENCY

Summarize key information from a text. (EN7WC-II-a-5)

Learning Objectives:

1. Study the key points in summarizing a text.

2. Answer questions from a text using graphic organizers.
3. Unlock vocabulary words using a cross word puzzle.
4. Write a five-sentence summary from the story read.
Time Allotment: 5 hours

II-KEY CONCEPTS

What is summarizing?
Summarizing means giving a concise overview of a text’s main points in your
own words. A summary is always much shorter than the original text.
Writing a summary does not involve critiquing or analyzing the source—you
should simply provide a clear, objective, accurate account of the most important
information and ideas, without copying any text from the original and without
missing any of the key points.
A summary is also a shortened version of a text, piece or a gist. Remember
the following:
1. Base your summary on the original piece.
2. Keep your summary short.
3. Use your own wording.
4. Refer to the central and main ideas of the original piece.
5. Read with who, what, when, where, why and how questions in mind.
6. Avoid putting in your opinion about the issue or topic discussed in the
original piece.
There are several strategies to consider when summarizing a text:
1. Read the entire text.
2. Identify the title, author, and text type.
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School/Station: Taft National High School
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 3. Describe the central ideas.
4. Identify key supporting details.

SAMPLE SUMMARY
Example #1

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 The Undervalued Bat
Introduction
In the article “Bats,” by Debbie Dean,
• Starts with a summary or
we learn that in contrast to some mistaken
overview of the article which
beliefs, bats have sight, are mammals, and
includes the author’s name and
are not especially likely to carry rabies. Bats
the title of the article.
are relatively misunderstood and
• Finishes with a thesis
unappreciated.
statement that states the main
idea of the article.
Bats have some interesting physical
features. They have similar bone structure
Body Paragraphs and skeletons to that of humans, so they are
• Each body paragraph begins not winged rodents. They are color blind, so
with a topic sentence. they use echolocation if there is not sufficient
• Each paragraph focuses on a light. Otherwise, their sight is enough.
separate main idea and just the
most important details from the Species of bats total about a thousand.
article. The species come in a variety of sizes and
• When the main ideas of two have unique diets. Most eat insects, but some
original paragraphs are similar, eat plant products and small animals.
they are grouped together in the However, vampire bats drink blood, which can
same paragraph. be harmful to livestock. Farmers have
For example: The accidentally killed many helpful bats while
paragraphs about bats’ wings trying to rid themselves of vampire bats.
and eyesight are combined in
one paragraph with the topic Bats can actually be helpful to
sentence, “Bats have interesting humans. They destroy unwanted bugs, spread
physical features.” fruit seeds, and pollinate plants. However, the
• Details are grouped and survival of bats is not known because many
replaced with a phrase. are killed by human disruptions and
For example: “flowers, pollen, predators. The bat population has dropped
and nectar” becomes “plant steadily and may continue to drop.
products.”
• Transitional words and Hopefully, we will realize that although
phrases connect ideas. bats look different than our favorite animals,
we can learn to accept and admire their
uniqueness.
Concluding Paragraph
• Summarize the main idea and the
underlying meaning of the article.
Example #2:

It’s 5 o’ clock in the morning. Mang Eloy woke up early for work. He is a
security guard at a downtown pawnshop in Ozamiz City. Aleng Mameng, his wife
prepared breakfast for the family and readied herself for work too. She is a cashier
at a department store.

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 “Coco, wake up now and take a bath!” called Aleng Mameng. “Yes, mother,”
He replied while stretching and yawning. When everyone has seated for breakfast,
Mang Eloy talked to his son.“ When you’re done with your breakfast, you need to
throw our garbage. Don’t forget to wash your hands too after doing that,” his father
reminded.“Yes father,” he nodded while reaching a glass of milk and called on to
his mother.“Mother, we are running out of alcohol supply already,” he said.
“Alright, just text me later about it so I can be reminded,” she answered.

Exactly 7:00 a.m. when they finished breakfast, Mang Eloy and Aleng
Mameng wore their face masks, grabbed their bags and rushed out of the house.
After a while, Coco wore his face mask, took out a bag of garbage from the trash
bin, threw it away in their compost pit, and washed his hands with a foamy
antibacterial soap. He made sure he washed his hands properly and dried them
thoroughly.

At 9:00 a.m., he completed all his tasks, he then opened his cellphone,
texted his mother for the alcohol and finally opened his DepEd Commons mobile
app for his online learning.

Summary

A couple named Mang Eloy and Aleng Mameng got up and prepared
early for work one morning.They had a son named Coco whom Aleng Mameng
called to get up early too. When the whole family seated at the dining table for
breakfast, they discussed about home necessities such as throwing the
garbage, washing the hands and buying home disinfectants. The couple then
went to their works, leaving Coco doing his home tasks until he finished them
all and he’s ready for his online learning during the time of pandemic .

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 THE CENTIPEDE
by Rony V. Diaz

When I saw my sister, Delia, beating my dog with a stick, I felt hate heave like
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earth and screamed but I could not bound forward nor cry out to my sister. She had
a weak heart and she must not be surprised. So I held myself, my throat swelled, and
I felt hate rear and plunge in its cage of ribs.
I was thirteen when my father first took me hunting. All through the summer
of that year, I had tramped alone and unarmed the fields and forest around our farm.
Then one afternoon in late July my father told me I could use his shotgun.
Beyond the ipil grove, in a grass field we spotted a covey of brown pigeons. In
the open, they kept springing to the air and gliding away every time we were within
range. But finally they dropped to the ground inside a wedge of guava trees. My father
pressed my shoulder and I stopped. Then slowly, in a half-crouch, we advanced. The
breeze rose lightly; the grass scuffed against my bare legs. My father stopped again.
He knelt down and held my hand.
“Wait for the birds to rise and then fire,” he whispered.
I pushed the safety lever of the rifle off and sighted along the barrel. The saddle
of the stock felt greasy on my cheek. The gun was heavy and my arm muscles
twitched. My mouth was dry; I felt vaguely sick. I wanted to sit down.
“You forgot to spit,” my father said.
Father had told me that hunters always spat for luck before firing. I spat and I
saw the breeze bend the ragged, glassy threads of spittle toward the birds.
“That’s good,” Father said.
“Can’t we throw a stone,” I whispered fiercely. “It’s taking them a long time.”
“No, you’ve to wait.”
Suddenly, a small dog yelping shrilly came tearing across the brooding plain of
grass and small trees. It raced across the plain in long slewy swoops, on outraged
shanks that disappeared and flashed alternately in the light of the cloud-banked sun.
One of the birds whistled and the covey dispersed like seeds thrown in the wind. I
fired and my body shook with the fierce momentary life of the rifle. I saw three
pigeons flutter in a last convulsive effort to stay afloat, then fall to the ground. The
shot did not scare the dog. He came to us, sniffing cautiously. He circled around us
until I snapped my fingers and then he came me.
“Not bad,” my father said grinning. “Three birds with one tube.” I went to the
brush to get the birds. The dog ambled after me. He found the birds for me. The
breast of one of the birds was torn. The bird had fallen on a spot where the earth was
worn bare, and its blood was spread like a tiny, red rag. The dog scraped the blood
with his tongue. I picked up the birds and its warm, mangled flesh clung to the palm
of my hand.
“You’re keen,” I said to the dog. “Here. Come here.” I offered him my bloody
palm. He came to me and licked my palm clean.

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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 I gave the birds to my father. “May I keep him, Father?” I said pointing to the
dog. He put the birds in a leather bag which he carried strapped around his waist.
Father looked at me a minute and then said: “Well, I’m not sure. That dog
belongs to somebody.”
“May I keep him until his owner comes for him?” I pursued.
“He’d make a good pointer,” Father remarked. “But I would not like my son to
be accused of dog-stealing.”
“Oh, no!” I said quickly. “I shall return him when the owner comes to claim
him.”
“All right,” he said, “I hope that dog makes a hunter out of you.
Biryuk and I became fast friends. Every afternoon after school we went to the
field to chase quails or to the bank of the river which was fenced by tall, blade-sharp
reeds to flush snipes. Father was away most of the time but when he was home he
hunted with us.
Biryuk scampered off and my sister flung the stick at him. Then she turned
about and she saw me.
“Eddie, come here,” she commanded. I approached with apprehension. Slowly,
almost carefully, she reached over and twisted my ear.
“I don’t want to see that dog again in the house,” she said coldly. “That dog
destroyed my slippers again. I’ll tell Berto to kill that dog if I see it around again.” She
clutched one side of my face with her hot, moist hand and shoved me, roughly. I
tumbled to the ground. But I did not cry or protest. I had passed that phase. Now,
every word and gesture she hurled at me I caught and fed to my growing and restless
hate.
My sister was the meanest creature I knew. She was eight when I was born,
the day my mother died. Although we continued to live in the same house, she had
gone, it seemed, to another country from where she looked at me with increasing
annoyance and contempt.
One of my first solid memories was of standing before a grass hut. Its dirt floor
was covered with white banana stalks, and there was a small box filled with crushed
and dismembered flowers in one corner. A doll was cradled in the box. It was my
sister’s playhouse and I remembered she told me to keep out of it. She was not
around so I went in. The fresh banana hides were cold under my feet. The interior of
the hut was rife with the sour smell of damp dead grass. Against the flowers, the doll
looked incredibly heavy. I picked it up. It was slight but it had hard, unflexing limbs. I
tried to bend one of the legs and it snapped. I stared with horror at the hollow tube
that was the leg of the doll. Then I saw my sister coming. I hid the leg under one of
the banana pelts. She was running and I knew she was furious. The walls of the hut
suddenly constricted me. I felt sick with a nameless pain. My sister snatched the doll
from me and when she saw the torn leg she gasped. She pushed me hard and I
crashed against the wall of the hut. The flimsy wall collapsed over me. I heard my
sister screaming; she denounced me in a high, wild voice and my body ached with
fear. She seized one of the saplings that held up the hut and hit me again and again
until the flesh of my back and thighs sang with pain. Then suddenly my sister
moaned; she stiffened, the sapling fell from her hand and quietly, as though a sling
were lowering her, she sank to the ground. Her eyes were wild as scud and on the
edges of her lips,. drawn tight over her teeth, quivered a wide lace of froth. I ran to the

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 She came back from the hospital in the city, pale and quiet and mean, drained,
it seemed, of all emotions, she moved and acted with the keen, perversity and
deceptive dullness of a sheathed knife, concealing in her body that awful power for
inspiring fear and pain and hate, not always with its drawn blade but only with its
fearful shape, defined by the sheath as her meanness was defined by her body.

Nothing I did ever pleased her. She destroyed willfully anything I liked. At first,
I took it as a process of adaptation, a step of adjustment; I snatched and crushed
every seed of anger she planted in me, but later on I realized that it had become a
habit with her. I did not say anything when she told Berto to kill my monkey because
it snickered at her one morning, while she was brushing her teeth. I did not say
anything when she told Father that she did not like my pigeon house because it stank
and I had to give away my pigeons and Berto had to chop the house into kindling
wood. I learned how to hold myself because I knew we had to put up with her whims
to keep her calm and quiet. But when she dumped my butterflies into a waste can
and burned them in the backyard, I realized that she was spiting me.

My butterflies never snickered at her and they did not smell. I kept them in an
unused cabinet in the living room and unless she opened the drawers, they were out
of her sight. And she knew too that my butterfly collection had grown with me. But
when I arrived home, one afternoon, from school, I found my butterflies in a can,
burned in their cotton beds like deckle. I wept and Father had to call my sister for an
explanation. She stood straight and calm before Father but my tear-logged eyes saw
only her harsh and arrogant silhouette. She looked at me curiously but she did not
say anything and Father began gently to question her. She listened politely and when
Father had stopped talking, she said without rush, heat or concern: “They were
attracting ants.”

I ran after Biryuk. He had fled to the brambles. I ran after him, bugling his
name. I found him under a low, shriveled bush. I called him and he only whimpered.
Then I saw that one of his eyes was bleeding. I sat on the ground and looked closer.
The eye had been pierced. The stick of my sister had stabbed the eye of my dog. I was
stunned. ,For a long time I sat motionless, staring at Biryuk. Then I felt hate crouch;
its paws dug hard into the floor of its cage; it bunched muscles tensed; it held itself
for a minute and then it sprang and the door of the cage crashed open and hate
clawed wildly my brain. I screamed. Biryuk, frightened, yelped and fled, rattling the
dead bush that sheltered him. I did not run after him.

A large hawk wheeled gracefully above a group of birds. It flew in a tightening

spiral above the birds.

On my way back to the house, I passed the woodshed. I saw Berto in the shade
of a tree, splitting wood. He was splitting the wood he had stacked last year. A mound
of bone-white slats was piled near his chopping block When he saw me, he stopped
and called me.

His head was drenched with sweat. He brushed away the sweat and hair from
his eyes and said to me: “I’ve got something for you.”

He dropped his ax and walked into the woodshed. I followed him. Berto went to
a corner of the shed. I saw a jute sack spread on the ground. Berto stopped and
picked up the sack.

“Look,” he said.

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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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 I approached. Pinned to the ground by a piece of wood, was a big centipede. Its
malignantly red body twitched back and forth.

“It’s large,” I said.

“I found him under the stack I chopped.” Berto smiled happily; he looked at me
with his muddy eyes.

“You know,” he said. “That son of a devil nearly frightened me to death”.

I stiffened. “Did it, really?” I said trying to control my rising voice. Berto was
still grinning and I felt hot all over.

“I didn’t expect to find any centipede here,” he said. “It nearly bit me. Who
wouldn’t get shocked?” He bent and picked up a piece of wood.

“This wood was here,” he said and put down the block. “Then I picked it up,
like this. And this centipede was coiled here. Right here. I nearly touched it with my
hand. What do you think you would feel?”

I did not answer. I squatted to look at the reptile. Its antennae quivered
searching the tense afternoon air. I picked up a sliver of wood and prodded the
centipede. It uncoiled viciously. Its pinchers slashed at the tiny spear.

“I could carry it dead,” I said half-aloud.

“Yes,” Berto said. “I did not kill him because I knew you would like it.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

“That’s bigger than the one you found last year, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it’s very much bigger.”

I stuck the sliver into the carapace of the centipede. It went through the flesh
under the red armor; a whitish liquid oozed out. Then I made sure it was dead by
brushing its antennae. The centipede did not move. I wrapped it in a handkerchief.

My sister was enthroned in a large chair in the porch of the house. Her back
was turned away from the door; she sat facing the window She was embroidering a
strip of white cloth. I went near, I stood behind her chair. She was not aware of my
presence. I unwrapped the centipede. I threw it on her lap.

My sister shrieked and the strip of white sheet flew off like an unhanded hawk.
She shot up from her chair, turned around and she saw me but she collapsed again
to her chair clutching her breast, doubled up with pain The centipede had fallen to
the floor.“You did it,” she gasped. “You tried to kill me. You’ve health… life… you
tried…” Her voice dragged off into a pain-stricken moan

I was engulfed by a sudden feeling of pity and guilt

“But it’s dead!” I cried kneeling before her. “It’s dead! Look! Look!” I snatched
up the centipede and crushed its head between my fingers. “It’s dead!”

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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III-GUIDED PRACTICE

Activity 1: Know the Details!

Directions: Read the text below and fill in the needed information using the gist
summary. Write it on a separate sheet of paper

Marian came home from school. She went to the kitchen and saw her mother
cooking.

“Mama, do we have mongo seeds?” asked Marian. “I will do an experiment.”

“Yes, we have some in the cabinet,” answered Mama.

Marian got some seeds and planted them in a wooden box. She watered the
seeds every day. She made sure they got enough sun. After three days, Marian was
happy to see stems and leaves sprouting. Her mongo seeds grew into young plants.

Source: Philippine Informal Reading Inventory 2008-2009 Edition

GIST SUMMARY

WHO What

When Where

Why how

ONE SENTENCE SUMMARY

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School/Station: Taft National High School
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Activity 2: Read and Sum Up!!

Directions: Read the summary below and answers the needed information in the
given graphic organizer. Write it on a separate sheet of paper.

Summary of Harvest
by Loreto Paras Sulit

Vidal and Fabian were taking palay stalks in the late afternoon sun. Fabian is
insecure of his brother’s handsomeness. When they were harvesting, they talked about
the five carabaos wherein Vidal must marry Milia. It was because their need of carabao
for plowing the fields. While they were talking, a not exactly young or beautiful girl came
named Miss Francia. She called out Vidal saying he’s a perfect model. Fabian also
noticed the woman. Miss Francia noticed Fabian and approached him praising his arms.
After the chatting, the brothers went to work again until sunset. On their way home,
Vidal saw a moth and paused to catch it but then; his brother crashed the moth in no
time. Vidal asked, “Why are you that way”. Fabian replied, “What is my way?”. “That way
of destroying things that are beautiful like moths”, Vidal answered. “Things that are
beautiful have a way of hurting. I destroy it when I feel a hurt”, Fabian explained.
While eating dinner, Tinay did not join them for she cannot leave her baby and
her daughter Trining was playing siklot in a corner all by herself. Fabian keeps on
telling that Vidal must marry Milia so that they could have five carabaos. For the reply,
Vidal said that he will go with Miss Francia to the city to work as her model.
The next day, Fabian went to Miss Francia’s place. Instead of saying that Vidal
will marry Milia for the five carabaos, he said that his brother will have a child with
Milia so that he may not go with the said work in the city. Miss Francia did not say
anything but she asked Fabian to be her model to finish her work.
When Fabian went home, he saw his brother and his wife Tinay talking to each
other in the batalan. He heard that Vidal already accepted to marry Milia. Vidal watched
Fabian cleansing his face and arms and later wondered why it took his brother that long
to watch his arms, why he was rubbing them so hard as that.
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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
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SOMEBODY
Who is the main character?

wanted
Who did the character want?

but
What was the problem?

SO
How did the character try to solve the
problem?

Then
What was the outcome/result?

IV-INDEPENDENT PRACTICE

Activity 1: I am Puzzled!

Directions: Unlock the vocabulary words from the story “The Centipede by Rony V.
Diaz”. Copy and complete the cross-word puzzle using the clues inside
the box below. Do it on a separate sheet of paper.

CLUES
6 5
Across
1. pronounced guilty 4
3. sharp high-pitched sounds or
cries 1
6. a leather-covered seat for the 2
rider CLUES
3
Down
2. a small flock
4. shake involuntarily
5. to fear greatly

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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
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Activity 2: Pyramiding Ideas

Directions: Read the story “The Centipede by Rony V. Diaz”. After you read the
story, fill in the details inside the pyramid. Do it on a separate sheet of
paper.

1. ONE WORD
NAME OF
MAIN
CHARACTER

2. two words describing the

main character

3. THREE WORDS DESCRIBING the

setting

4. four words stating the problem

5. five words describing one event

6. six words describing a second event

7. seven words describing third event

8. eight words describing solution to the problem

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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
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V-APPLICATION
Retell it!

Directions: Read the story “The Centipede by Rony V. Diaz” and write a five-
sentence summary of what you have read. Do it on a separate sheet of
paper. Be reminded that you are rate based on the scores in the given
rubric below.

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School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
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 RUBRIC IN SUMMARIZING

Excellent Strong Proficient Fair Needs Work

5 points 4 points 3 points 2 points 1 point
Importan It includes only It includes It includes It does not It includes
t the most important the include all of only a few
Events important events plus important the main events from
events in the one or two events with events from the story, or
story. events. obvious the story. reflects only
added a portion of
unnecessary the text.
ones.
Story It shows a clear It shows an It shows an It shows The ideas in
Elements awareness of awareness of awareness of major the
the characters, the the inaccuracies summary is
setting, plot, characters, characters, , showing a simply
and theme. setting, plot, and setting lack of copied from
Any changes to and theme. of the story, awareness of the text.
the order of the Events from but may character,
events help to the story are contain setting and
make the included in inaccuracies plot.
summary clear. order. .
Word The summary The An awkward Bumpy Bumpy
Choice is clearly summary is phrase or sentences sentences
written. Words clearly two make a and and
are chosen to written. reading the awkward awkward
express ideas summary a phrases are phrases
concisely. little present, but make the
difficult. the reader summary
can get the difficult to
gist. understand.

VI. ASSESSMENT

Directions: Read and analyze each item carefully. Write the letter of the correct
answer on a separate sheet of paper.

1. When summarizing a text, if I’m not sure with what I’m writing, I should ______.
A. keep reading. C. reread the original piece.
B. keep writing. D. judge the text with my own opinion.

2. Which is NOT a tip for summarizing?

A. Use your own words.
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 B. Keep your summary quite long.
C. Point out the main idea of the text.
D. The summary should be based from the original piece.

3. When you determine the main idea of a text, significant details and condensing
information into a short one or two sentence summary, you are:
A. evaluating C. predicting
B. judging D. summarizing

4. To summarize an informational text in writing or discussion, which is NOT a

strategy of summarizing?
A. Read the entire text.
B. Describe the central ideas.
C. Identify the title, author and text type.
D. Write opinions and unimportant details.

5. Which of the following is the purpose of a summary?

A. Share your opinions about it.
B. Explain every detail of the text.
C. Briefly recount what a text is about.
D. Tell your audience with every minor detail.

Author: May Ben T. Bayogbog

School/Station: Taft National High School
Division: Surigao City
email address: mayben.tingson@deped.gov.ph
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VII-ENRICHMENT ACTIVITY

Tell and Condense!

Directions: Read an essay below and write at least three paragraphs summary. Be
guided of the given rubric on the next page. Do it on a separate sheet
of paper.

Why We Should Not Compare Ourselves with Others?

In our culture a lot of times people advise us to compare ourselves with

others. "You should be like your father," "You can win; the others aren’t as good
as you," "You must be the best of your class," etc., and this is not always the best
way of thinking. There are many reasons to change this way of thinking and begin
to compare ourselves only with ourselves. This is the way it should be, and in this
paper, I will discuss some of the most important reasons for this.

The first reason to avoid comparing yourself with others is that there will
be always someone better than you. It doesn’t matter in which aspect, but it is
always true. Therefore, you could feel inferior to others and maybe without a real
reason. For example, you can be an incredible architect and the best of your
generation, and this can make you feel incredibly good, but if someday someone
is better than you are, you could feel sad although you are still the same
incredible architect that you were before.

The second reason to elude this kind of comparison is that you will always
find someone worse than you, but as opposed to the first reason, this can make
you feel better than the others, and this feeling can turn into a horrible pride. For
example, if you are the second-best student of your class, and one day the very
best student leaves the school, you will then be the best one although you are still
only as good as you were before.

These two first reasons lead us to a third one: If you want to be better than
the others, you don’t need to improve yourself; you only have to make the others
look bad. If I want to be the leader of the group, but you are the leader now, what
I need to do is to make you look like a traitor or stupid and then I can take your
place. Then I will be better than you.

A fourth reason to stop comparing ourselves is that the one who compares
him/herself with others is judging, and this doesn’t help us develop as human
beings. Nobody knows the internal reality of the other; nobody knows his/her
story and his/her most deep intentions, and when we judge it’s harder to accept
the others.

The
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we will never know who IN SUMMARIZING
we really ANreally
are and what we ESSAY want, and then we will
never grow spiritually.

For all these reasons and because we are unique, we should not compare
ourselves with others, only with ourselves. The only comparison pattern that we
really have is our consciousness. So, if we use this pattern we will not feel less or
more than others; we will not try to make others look bad; we will not judge so
much; and we will accept ourselves as we really are. In other words, we will live
happier.

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VIII- ANSWER KEY

GUIDED PRACTICE INDEPENDENT PRACTICE

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Books:
Summary, English7 Learner’s Material, p. 170, DepEd-BLR, 2017
Pado, Felicitas E., et.al. (2018). The Philippine Informal Reading Inventory Manual
2018. Pasig City, Philippines. Department of Education – Bureau of Learning
Resources (DepEd-BLR)
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https://bit.ly/3reY497
https://www.slideshare.net/elkissn/narrative-summary-rubric
Electronic Sources:
https://www.mpc.edu/home/showdocument?id=12794#:~:text=Summarizig
%20reduces%20a%20text%20to,information%20to%20its%20key
%20ideas.AccessedJuly 01, 2021
https://www.slideshare.net/03Nayer/analysis-harvest-by-loreto-paras-
sulit.Accessed July 02,2021
https://www.coursehero.com/file/p1p18l7/3-Describe-the-central-ideas-4-Identify-
key-supporting-details-5-Avoid-opinions/AccessedJuly01,2021

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