Reading and writing skills

Name: Yusoph, Yesha Danes R. LRN: 131326160694

Teacher: Ma’am Mariz Salandanan Grade and Section: XI – STEM C

Quarter III – Module 3

Activity 3
Directions | Choose one of the given topics (love, freedom, prejudice, team spirit, cheating, equality,
race, sanity, intelligence). Write a proposition which defines the word from your own point of view.

Is freedom absolute? I think not. In my own point of my view, I find the concept of “freedom” stupid
and naive. There is no such thing as 'freedom,' the concept itself is ludicrous, because one person's
freedom is another's restraint. For example, Henry might think he has the freedom to throw huge
parties in his house, but his neighbors by that logic will equally have the same level of freedom to
knock on his door and complain the racket he is making. Another point, because of luxury and other
non-essentials, freedom is not absolute. Allow me to explain: frequent intake of non-essentials may
lead to addiction, which leads to reliance, which leads to a restriction of freedom. In other words,
we restrict our independence from addictions by our choosing (or by other reasons such as peer
pressure) to consume unnecessaries, ranging from non-psychiatric medicines to pastimes such as
shopping. In other words, we are inclined to restrict our liberty even farther than it currently is, in
exchange for rewards such as happiness, confidence, social acceptance, and the avoidance of
troubles, among others.

Evaluation
A. Distinguish the given statements whether abstract or concrete.

1. Money is comparable. CONCRETE

2. Mrs. Smith is a good friend. ABSTRACT
3. She really knew how to help us turn our thoughts into good stories and essays. CONCRETE
4. Confucius was a great teacher. ABSTRACT
5. Money merely detracts from the pursuit of success by providing destruction, temptation and
corruption. CONCRETE
B. Develop a topic into a paragraph using one of the patterns across disciplines (narration,
description, definition) by choosing any of the following; Kindness, Sense of Humor, Love.

A Love for Soil

by Yusoph, Yesha

A grassy ocean; vast grounds of greenery would shift in a never still circular motion as if they were
the unconquered tides of the seas, one could hear the knolls singing their chorus with the howl of
the gale and those with feet would stomp on these soil robed under myriad length of sheens of
green. Boldly-shaped silhouette of mountains prick behind the clutches of fog, no beam of light
would slant through this hazy bulwark. For a brief moment, there was peace and quiet, and an
orchestra of three potent bands; the soil, the seas and the soul. Until a child with white lacey
garments would run across this field, her knees rousing through the grass as her steps crunched on
soil. She jumps and dances, her skirt stirring in the wind as her dark locks twirls into knots. Her
feet casually bled, blood would trickle from her sole caused by the sharp rocks she’d pierce them in
as she leapt and bounced like a rabbit. However, the child bore no mind to the pain. She loved
nature, she loved dancing with it whenever she felt even the tiniest ounce of the urge to. It was just
so beautiful, so free, and the child’s affection bore no boundaries to this attachment. She’d cherish
nature more than anyone else, even herself.