Municipality of Polangui
POLANGUI COMMUNITY COLLEGE
Alnay, Polangui Albay
STORY READING FRAMEWORK LESSON PLAN
MC LIT 2- Child and Adolescent Literature
AY 2023-2024 (2nd Semester)
NAME: MADRID, KRIZIA BELLE R. COURSE/YEAR/BLOCK: BSED ENGLISH 2B
I. Objectives
At the end of this lesson, you should be able to,
a. Analyze the story by identifying the cause and effect;
b. collaborate effectively with each other through group activity; and
c. realize that being arrogant and loving someone too much can have destructive
consequences
II. Subject Matter
a. Skills: Identifying the cause and effect of the selection.
b. Selection: Echo and Narcissus
c. Reference:
Green, R.L. (n.d.). “Narcissus” (retitled “Echo and Narcissus”] from Tales the
MusesTold.Retrieved December 3, 2023 from https://www.google.com/url?
sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.cbsd.org/site/handlers/
filedownload.ashx%3Fmoduleinstanceid%3D55436%26dataid%3D109307%26FileName
%3DEcho%2520and
%2520Narcissus.pdf&ved=2ahUKEwis6LLdzLeFAxVUzTgGHX6sDm0QFnoECA8QAQ&usg=
AOvVaw0bbSgv6PBD98YMLKQVO5yE
d. Materials: Printed materials
e. Values: Value inner qualities over superficial traits.
III. Procedure
Teacher's Activity Student's Activity
Pre reading
Preliminaries
Greetings
Good morning, class! Good morning, Ma’am!
How is your day so far? We’re doing good, Ma’am.
That’s good to hear! so can I expect a full blast of
energy and active participation from you? Yes ma'am!
Prayer
Before we begin let us ask for strength and
guidance from our almighty god, may I request
everyone to please stand for the prayer?
Mr. San jose would you please lead the prayer? Mr. San Jose: Yes, Ma’am. In the name of the
Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit…
Classroom Management
Before you take your seats, I would like to request
everyone to arrange their chairs properly pick up
the trash, and put it in the trashcan
Checking of Attendance
Monitor, may I know who are the absentees
today? Ms. Señora: Everyone is present today, Ma’am
That’s nice! I’m so glad that everyone understands
the reasons for coming to school regularly. Thank
you, Ms. Señora. Ms. Señora: You’re welcome, Ma’am
a. Unlocking Difficulties
I will divide the class into two groups. Each group
must find the word that matches the definition
posted on the board. The words are hidden inside
the classroom, and the first group to match all the
words correctly wins
Are you ready?
Yes, Ma'am
Great job, everyone! Now, let’s go over the words
and their meanings. Can someone from Group 1 1. Interminable – Seeming to have no end,
share a word you found and its definition? endless.
2. Demonstrative – Expressive of emotions,
openly affectionate.
3. Smudged – Smeared or made dirty.
4. Begrimed – Covered with grime or dirt.
5. Beckoned – Signaled to someone with a
movement, usually a hand gesture.
6. Limp – Lacking strength or energy.
7. Forsaken – Abandoned or left behind.
8. Kundiman – A genre of traditional Filipino love
songs, also used here to describe shorts with a
Filipino style.
9. Sawali – A type of woven bamboo mat used in
Very good! traditional Filipino houses.
10. Camiseta – A thin undershirt or tank top.
How about Group 2? 11. Papag – A bamboo or wooden bed frame.
1. Climacteric – A crucial or critical period or
event in life.
2. Decrescent – Becoming gradually less.
3. Inflexible – Unyielding or rigid.
4. Fidgeted – Moved restlessly or nervously.
5. Impassioned – Filled with intense emotion or
feeling.
6. Acridly – Strangely or oddly
7. Queerly – Harshly, bitterly
8. Querulous – Complaining in a whining manner
9. Areca nut – A nut from the Areca palm, often
chewed with betel leaves.
10. Batalan – A small area in traditional Filipino
You made two mistakes. Acridly means 'harshly' homes used for washing dishes or taking a bath.
or 'bitterly,' while queerly means 'strangely' or 11. Hilot – A traditional Filipino midwife or healer
'oddly.' You swapped their definitions, which is
why your answer is incorrect.
Did you get it now? Alright, our winner is Group 1!
Let’s give them a round of applause.
Yes, Ma'am
Thank you all for participating! You did a great
job, and I appreciate your effort in finding and
matching the words. Well done!
b. Motivation
Class I have a question, have you ever made a
decision that you thought would bring you
happiness, only to realize later that it wasn’t what
you expected?
Yes, Maam.
That must have been difficult for you. Did you
regret making that decision?
Yes, because I didn’t think about the
consequences.
Sometimes, we rush into things thinking we know
what’s best for us, only to realize later that life
has a way of teaching us lessons the hard way.
Who here has ever made a choice they later
wished they had thought through more carefully?
For those of you who took that risk, did it turn out
the way you expected?
Not really. At first, I thought it was a good idea,
That’s a good point! But what if you couldn’t undo but later, I realized I wasn’t ready for it.
your choice? What if it changed your whole life in
a way you didn’t expect?
c. Motive Question That would be really scary. It would feel like being
stuck with a choice I wasn’t prepared for.
Now, aren’t you curious about what happens
when someone makes a life-changing decision at
a young age—one that they believe is right at the
moment but later begins to question?
Do you think they will they find happiness, or will Yes, I want to know if they regret it or if they
they realize that youth is not always ready for the learn to accept it.
responsibilities of adulthood?
Maybe they will struggle because they weren’t
That’s what we are going to explore today in the fully prepared
story Footnote to Youth by Jose Garcia Villa.
Please read the story silently
Footnote to Youth
by Jose Garcia Villa
The sun was salmon and hazy in the west. Dodong thought to himself he would tell his father about Teang
when he got home, after he had unhitched the carabao from the plow, and let it to its shed and fed it. He
was hesitant about saying it, but he wanted his father to know. What he had to say was of serious import
as it would mark a climacteric in his life. Dodong finally decided to tell it, at a thought came to him his
father might refuse to consider it. His father was silent hard-working farmer who chewed areca nut, which
he had learned to do from his mother, Dodong’s grandmother.
I will tell it to him. I will tell it to him.
The ground was broken up into many fresh wounds and fragrant with a sweetish earthy smell. Many
slender soft worms emerged from the furrows and then burrowed again deeper into the soil. A short
colorless worm marched blindly to Dodong’s foot and crawled calmly over it. Dodong go tickled and
jerked his foot, flinging the worm into the air. Dodong did not bother to look where it fell, but thought of
his age, seventeen, and he said to himself he was not young any more. Dodong unhitched the carabao
leisurely and gave it a healthy tap on the hip. The beast turned its head to look at him with dumb faithful
eyes. Dodong gave it a slight push and the animal walked alongside him to its shed. He placed bundles of
grass before it land the carabao began to eat. Dodong looked at it without interests.
Dodong started homeward, thinking how he would break his news to his father. He wanted to marry,
Dodong did. He was seventeen, he had pimples on his face, the down on his upper lip already was dark—
these meant he was no longer a boy. He was growing into a man – he was a man. Dodong felt insolent
and big at the thought of it although he was by nature low in statue.
Thinking himself a man grown, Dodong felt he could do anything.
He walked faster, prodded by the thought of his virility. A small angled stone bled his foot, but he
dismissed it cursorily. He lifted his leg and looked at the hurt toe and then went on walking. In the cool
sundown he thought wild you dreams of himself and Teang. Teang, his girl. She had a small brown face
and small black eyes and straight glossy hair. How desirable she was to him. She made him dream even
during the day.
Dodong tensed with desire and looked at the muscles of his arms. Dirty. This field work was healthy,
invigorating but it begrimed you, smudged you terribly. He turned back the way he had come, then he
marched obliquely to a creek. Dodong stripped himself and laid his clothes, a gray undershirt and red
kundiman shorts, on the grass. The he went into the water, wet his body over, and rubbed at it vigorously.
He was not long in bathing, then he marched homeward again. The bath made him feel cool.
It was dusk when he reached home. The petroleum lamp on the ceiling already was lighted and the low
unvarnished square table was set for supper. His parents and he sat down on the floor around the table to
eat. They had fried fresh-water fish, rice, bananas, and caked sugar. Dodong ate fish and rice, but did not
partake of the fruit. The bananas were overripe and when one held them they felt more fluid than solid.
Dodong broke off a piece of the cakes sugar, dipped it in his glass of water and ate it. He got another piece
and wanted some more, but he thought of leaving the remainder for his parents.
Dodong’s mother removed the dishes when they were through and went out to the batalan to wash
them. She walked with slow careful steps and Dodong wanted to help her carry the dishes out, but he was
tired and now felt lazy. He wished as he looked at her that he had a sister who could help his mother in
the housework. He pitied her, doing all the housework alone.
His father remained in the room, sucking a diseased tooth. It was paining him again, Dodong knew.
Dodong had told him often and again to let the town dentist pull it out, but he was afraid, his father was.
He did not tell that to Dodong, but Dodong guessed it. Afterward Dodong himself thought that if he had a
decayed tooth he would be afraid to go to the dentist; he would not be any bolder than his father.
Dodong said while his mother was out that he was going to marry Teang. There it was out, what he had to
say, and over which he had done so much thinking. He had said it without any effort at all and without
self-consciousness. Dodong felt relieved and looked at his father expectantly. A decrescent moon outside
shed its feeble light into the window, graying the still black temples of his father. His father looked old
now.
”I am going to marry Teang,” Dodong said.
His father looked at him silently and stopped sucking the broken tooth. The silence became intense and
cruel, and Dodong wished his father would suck that troublous tooth again. Dodong was uncomfortable
and then became angry because his father kept looking at him without uttering anything.
”I will marry Teang,” Dodong repeated. “I will marry Teang.”
His father kept gazing at him in inflexible silence and Dodong fidgeted on his seat.
”I asked her last night to marry me and she said…yes. I want your permission. I… want… it….” There was
impatient clamor in his voice, an exacting protest at this coldness, this indifference. Dodong looked at his
father sourly. He cracked his knuckles one by one, and the little sounds it made broke dully the night
stillness.
”Must you marry, Dodong?”
Dodong resented his father’s questions; his father himself had married. Dodong made a quick
impassioned easy in his mind about selfishness, but later he got confused.
”You are very young, Dodong.”
”I’m… seventeen.”
”That’s very young to get married at.”
”I… I want to marry…Teang’s a good girl.”
”Tell your mother,” his father said.
”You tell her, Tatay.”
”Dodong, you tell your Inay.”
”You tell her.”
”All right, Dodong.”
”You will let me marry Teang?”
”Son, if that is your wish… of course…” There was a strange helpless light in his father’s eyes.
Dodong did not read it, so absorbed was he in himself.
Dodong was immensely glad he had asserted himself. He lost his resentment for his father. For a while he
even felt sorry for him about the diseased tooth. Then he confined his mind to dreaming of Teang and
himself. Sweet young dream….
Dodong stood in the sweltering noon heat, sweating profusely, so that his camiseta was damp. He was
still as a tree and his thoughts were confused. His mother had told him not to leave the house, but he had
left. He had wanted to get out of it without clear reason at all. He was afraid, he felt. Afraid of the house.
It had seemed to cage him, to compares his thoughts with severe tyranny. Afraid also of Teang. Teang was
giving birth in the house; she gave screams that chilled his blood. He did not want her to scream like that,
he seemed to be rebuking him. He began to wonder madly if the process of childbirth was really painful.
Some women, when they gave birth, did not cry.
In a few moments he would be a father. “Father, father,” he whispered the word with awe, with
strangeness. He was young, he realized now, contradicting himself of nine months comfortable… “Your
son,” people would soon be telling him. “Your son, Dodong.”
Dodong felt tired standing. He sat down on a saw-horse with his feet close together. He looked at his
callused toes. Suppose he had ten children… What made him think that? What was the matter with him?
God!
He heard his mother’s voice from the house:
”Come up, Dodong. It is over.”
Suddenly he felt terribly embarrassed as he looked at her. Somehow he was ashamed to his mother of his
youthful paternity. It made him feel guilty, as if he had taken something no properly his. He dropped his
eyes and pretended to dust dirt off his kundiman shorts.
”Dodong,” his mother called again. “Dodong.”
He turned to look again and this time saw his father beside his mother.
”It is a boy,” his father said. He beckoned Dodong to come up.
Dodong felt more embarrassed and did not move. What a moment for him. His parents’ eyes seemed to
pierce him through and he felt limp.
He wanted to hide from them, to run away.
”Dodong, you come up. You come up,” he mother said. Dodong did not want to come up and stayed in
the sun.
”Dodong. Dodong.”
“I’ll… come up.”
Dodong traced tremulous steps on the dry parched yard. He ascended the bamboo steps slowly. His heart
pounded mercilessly in him. Within, he avoided his parents’ eyes. He walked ahead of them so that they
should not see his face. He felt guilty and untrue. He felt like crying.
His eyes smarted and his chest wanted to burst. He wanted to turn back, to go back to the yard.
He wanted somebody to punish him.
His father thrust his hand in his and gripped it gently.
”Son,” his father said.
And his mother: “Dodong…” How kind were their voices. They flowed into him, making him strong.
”Teang?” Dodong said.
”She’s sleeping. But you go on…”
His father led him into the small sawali room. Dodong saw Teang, his girl-wife, asleep on the papag with
her black hair soft around her face. He did not want her to look that pale.
Dodong wanted to touch her, to push away that stray wisp of hair that touched her lips, but again that
feeling of embarrassment came over him and before his parents he did not want to be demonstrative.
The hilot was wrapping the child, Dodong heard it cry. The thin voice pierced him queerly. He could not
control the swelling of happiness in him.
“You give him to me. You give him to me,” Dodong said.
Blas was not Dodong’s only child. Many more children came. For six successive years a new child came
along. Dodong did not want any more children, but they came. It seemed the coming of children could not
be helped. Dodong got angry with himself sometimes. Teang did not complain, but the bearing of children
told on her. She was shapeless and thin now, even if she was young. There was interminable work to be
done. Cooking. Laundering. The house. The children. She cried sometimes, wishing she had not married.
She did not tell Dodong this, not wishing him to dislike her. Yet she wished she had not married. Not even
Dodong, whom she loved. There has been another suitor, Lucio, older than Dodong by nine years, and
that was why she had chosen Dodong. Young Dodong. Seventeen. Lucio had married another after her
marriage to Dodong, but he was childless until now. She wondered if she had married Lucio, would she
have borne him children. Maybe not, either. That was a better lot. But she loved Dodong…
Dodong whom life had made ugly.
One night, as he lay beside his wife, he rose and went out of the house. He stood in the moonlight, tired
and querulous. He wanted to ask questions and somebody to answer him. He wanted to be wise about
many things.
One of them was why life did not fulfill all of Youth’s dreams. Why it must be so. Why one was forsaken…
after Love. Dodong would not find the answer. Maybe the question was not to be answered. It must be so
to make youth Youth. Youth must be dreamfully sweet. Dreamfully sweet. Dodong returned to the house
humiliated by himself. He had wanted to know a little wisdom but was denied it.
When Blas was eighteen he came home one night very flustered and happy. It was late at night and Teang
and the other children were asleep. Dodong heard Blas’ steps, for he could not sleep well of nights. He
watched Blas undress in the dark and lie down softly. Blas was restless on his mat and could not sleep.
Dodong called him name and asked why he did not sleep. Blas said he could not sleep.
”You better go to sleep. It is late,” Dodong said.
Blas raised himself on his elbow and muttered something in a low fluttering voice.
Dodong did not answer and tried to sleep.
”Itay …,” Blas called softly.
Dodong stirred and asked him what it was.
”I am going to marry Tona. She accepted me tonight.”
Dodong lay on the red pillow without moving.
”Itay, you think it over.”
Dodong lay silent.
”I love Tona and… I want her.”
Dodong rose from his mat and told Blas to follow him. They descended to the yard, where everything was
still and quiet. The moonlight was cold and white.
”You want to marry Tona,” Dodong said. He did not want Blas to marry yet. Blas was very young. The life
that would follow marriage would be hard…
”Yes.”
”Must you marry?”
Blas’ voice stilled with resentment. “I will marry Tona.”
Dodong kept silent, hurt.
”You have objections, Itay?” Blas asked acridly.
”Son… n-none…” (But truly, God, I don’t want Blas to marry yet… not yet. I don’t want Blas to marry yet….)
But he was helpless. He could not do anything. Youth must triumph… now. Love must triumph… now.
Afterwards… it will be life.
As long ago Youth and Love did triumph for Dodong… and then Life. Dodong looked wistfully at his young
son in the moonlight. He felt extremely sad and sorry for him.
Post reading
a. Engagement Activity
1. How did the story begin?
2. Who are the main characters, and what are
their roles in the story?
3. What challenges did Dodong face after getting
married?
4. How did the story end?
5. Why do you think it ended that way?
6. Do you think Dodong made the right decision in
insisting on marriage at a young age? Why or why
not?
7. Do you think Teang regretted marrying
Dodong? Why?
8. Do you think Blas will have the same fate as
Dodong? Why or why not?
9. If you were Dodong, would you still choose to
marry early? Why?
10. If Dodong had listened to his father’s
hesitation, do you think his life would have been
different? Why?
11. If you were in Blas’ position, would you still
push through with marriage after hearing your
father’s story? Why?
12. What do you think is the moral lesson of the
story?
b. Literary Extender
I will divide you into three groups. Each group will
be assigned a character from the story: Dodong,
Teang, or Blas. Your task is to write a diary entry
from your assigned character’s perspective,
reflecting on a significant event in the story.
Group 1 (Dodong): Write about his feelings and
thoughts after realizing the struggles of early
marriage.
Group 2 (Teang): Express her emotions about her
life choices and whether she regrets marrying
young.
Group 3 (Blas): Describe his reaction after Dodong
advises him about marriage.
Your diary entry should be at least one paragraph
long and written in the first person, as if you are
the character. Be creative and include emotions,
thoughts, and reflections based on the story’s
events. After writing, each group will share their
diary entry with the class
c. Skills Development
d. Across the Curriculum
Based on the story you have read, what mistakes
do Dodong and Teang make? They rushed into marriage and parenthood
without being ready, leading to regrets and
hardships.
Does their story reflect a social issue, specifically
the lives of Filipino teenagers? Yes, it reflects teenage pregnancy, a common
issue in the Philippines that brings financial and
emotional struggles.
What do you think are the risks of getting
pregnant at an early age and starting a family? It can cause health risks, financial problems, and
missed opportunities for education and career
That's right, It's important to think about the growth
future before making big decisions like starting a
family.
Alright, I can see that you truly understand the
story
e. Evaluation
Assignment/Homework
