Teaching sequence 6th A and B

The one from 11 Jota

María Fernanda López – Marcela Christin

Justification:

The development of this sequence seeks to promote different approaches to the

literary texts; on the one hand, to issues of literary genres, since
within the multiplicity of children's stories, those of horror / the fantastic
they continue to have particular attraction for the age group to which
we aim; on the other hand, at the appropriation by children of strategies that
recover clues from the text to anticipate the ending or its consequences;
Moreover, link this story with others (or with popular tales) where
the figure of the grandmother appears with a different role within the story. For
Finally, to promote writing based on the figure of a grandmother as the axis.
central. It is, in general terms, a sequence to promote 'the
"formation of readers", that is, to teach reading, in this case, to
students who can already read. How is the training of readers deepened?
Advancing with them so that they can notice, based on different clues.
What does the text present, what type of stories is it about, anticipate the end not
as divination but through discovering and playing with the indicators
what the text is providing. Furthermore, it deepens by listening to reading, reading
alone and with others, locating fragments that need to be revisited to
to explain an incomprehensible event, retrieving expressions that
justify certain forecasts.

See the following link: development of the sequence

The provided text is a URL and not translatable text.

curricular/language/practice_number_4_reader_training.pdf

Elsa Bonermann

He was born on February 20, 1952, in the neighborhood of Parque de los Patricios,
in Buenos Aires (Argentina) and died on May 24, 2013 in the
same city.

A vocatioal writer, as I had known from a young age that I wanted to

Serlo. Bachelor of Arts in Literature. Her literature combined intelligence and boldness.
bringing an unlimited fantasy, in stories of love, of fear or
of terror. He wrote irreverent, politically incorrect stories
for the time.
He has received several awards.

Contents:
The horror story: themes and characteristics.

The types of narrator and the point of view: witness, protagonist, and omniscient.

synonyms

Indicators
Analyze horror stories and recognize the traits of the genre.

Compare the different types of narrator and points of view, and analyze the effect.
sought in each case.

Attitudinal
Evaluate the substitute experience that reading literary fictions offers.

It values literature as a pleasurable activity that promotes reflection on

certain themes.

Series of activities:
Before reading the story

What is a fantastic horror story?

It is a brief literary composition of the fantasy genre, which has the objective
to produce fear in the reader. In these stories, the laws of nature and
the everyday life is disrupted: suddenly something strange enters our world
and our knowledge does not serve to explain what is happening.

In these stories, the protagonists are victims of uncertainty, that is to say

that they don't understand what's happening, and of the helplessness, because they cannot
do nothing to fight against 'that' which appears in the story. The tales of
terror always sets our unknown fear on stage.

What are their characteristics? WORKING IN IT.

CREATE A NETWORK.

A- The creation of a strange atmosphere or mood: the lonely characters,

cemeteries, old or abandoned houses help create a
 atmosphere of fear. Also the moments in which the action takes place
They are special: the night and the darkness, the fog or the storms. They
they use sensory images: descriptions created from that
what we perceive through the senses. They can be visual, auditory,
olfactory, tactile or taste.
B- The development of events must be gradual: the strange
it gradually appears and slowly transforms the world of storytelling into
a terrifying place.
C- Produce an unexpected ending: an element that surprises us, and that
brings to the narrative.

What are the themes and characters?

Death
The evil
The transformations
Spirits
Vampires
Zombies
Witches
Demons
Paranormal phenomena
Things or beings without names

After reading the story:

Oral exchange:

What impression does the narrator give about the grandmother?

How do you characterize her?

Do you have a name?

What words do you use to describe your grandmother?

What phrases will you find in the story that describe the grandmother?

What time period is the story set in?

What did the grandchildren feel when the grandmother passed away?

How do you imagine Lili?

Is Lili's dream a premonition?

Do premonitions exist?
Find the paragraph that allows one to realize the time period in which it takes place.
the story, highlight it with color.

Look for the following phrases, mark them, then explain them.

...punishments and humiliations in bulk...

...I abandoned the bed...

...its visible and tangible heritage...

...I threw it into the incinerator...

...not finding it, he woke up halfway...

Number the events as they happen in the reading.

Then write True (T) or False (F), as applicable.

a) Luis and Leandro got married and sister Lilibeth was left alone T / F

The youngest of the siblings was the one who suffered theV /most
F

c) None of the three brothers felt the death of grandmother True / False

One night, Lilibeth saw the image of her deceased grandmother. An image without
teeth of his face appeared on the television T / F

e) Lilibeth finds a dentures in the freezer V / F

The story is written by someone who works in a magazine

T/F

The only witness to the things that happened was Tthe

/ F cat.

Search in the story for sensory images and classify them according to their type.

Visuals

Auditory

Gustatory

Tactile

Olfactory
Explain in your own words what the following expressions mean.
related to terror:

To have goosebumps

Paralyzed by fear

With a heart in a fist.

Find the four intruder words in this list. Then arrange them.
palabras según el grado de miedo que expresan de menor a mayor.

PANIC HORROR Fatigue ANXIETY FEAR

Fright TERROR Neglect APPREHENSION TERROR
ALARM Fright MADNESS STARTLE PAIN

Writing proposals:
Look in the story for five adjectives referring to the grandmother, find their
antonym. Then with them write a new paragraph that describes it.
Write the continuation of the story from different types of characters.
the brothers, the police, Lili, the cat, a neighbor, the grandmother.

To read to the students before the activity:

I had long sensed an unpleasant end to my whereabouts.

It all started when Lili, the only person capable of giving me affection, disappeared without a trace.
traces.

The girl would spend hours stroking my back. It was common for her to kiss my nose by pinching it.
lips on her and leaving me breathless, but still, even though it was somewhat uncomfortable,
I truly enjoyed it. It's true that in the early days I reacted poorly,
showing my claws and bristling my hair but I managed to get used to that kind of affection so
Intense. After all, I was the only thing Lili had, just as she was the only thing I had.

My days were wonderful. Here, in this small apartment on the 11th floor, I shared my days.
with Lili, after she and her brothers chose to move and get rid of that old stinking place to
the one they ironically called "grandma." She really terrified me, she would chase me away from the armchairs, she
I was left without milk, he took me out to the terrace in the cold... and for what?... so I wouldn't dirty the
rugs with my needs...
Lili spent few hours at home because... you know... people have to work.
and studying to feel happy, while I, just by peeking out from the little balcony and spying from
Up high the lung of the apple waiting for its arrival, I felt satisfied.

One night the girl woke up startled and I didn't quite understand why. She asked me if I
I had also heard my grandmother, but I was in my fifth dream and actually in that
At that moment, I could only stretch... I was still half dazed and it was hard for me to wake up... A
Sometimes I don't know if she expects a response or if it is enough for her that I just listen.

The dream took a while to return to him but now I was awake and I watched her spinning around and
tossing in his bed unable to connect with his dreams...

The next morning, that annoying device which brings news, called a telephone, rang.
He said he was her brother informing her that their grandmother had died... I didn't understand well.
how the girl's brother was inside that very small device, the thing is
from that moment on, Lili's face transformed, her expression reflected nothing...
she was apathetic, without any expression. Now between us, with news like that I would have been
happy. What more could I have wanted than for that old woman to disappear from the earth and thus ensure that
Could no one scream at me to get down from the table when it's time to drink milk?

But that day was the beginning of the nightmare of our lives. The girl's brothers
they brought huge devices that occupied the room for several weeks. Lili was coming from the
I worked and sat in front of them and looked at them for a long time. I wondered at that time
what such bundles would be for. Until one day he came up with the idea to put into operation
one of those gadgets that he called a blender.

You can't imagine what I felt. The hair on my back stood up, my nerves...
my insides trembled, my legs were too short to run away at the precise moment
moment when I put it into operation... But soon I realized that if I endured its
annoying noise could have a delicious banana smoothie with milk for breakfast.

The peace of the house lasted little and Lili began to use each of those objects.
noisy.

At night she would turn on the television and fall asleep while the little people disappeared from the
screen causing an annoying buzzing in my ears. Night after night it repeated the
same routine and I found it difficult to fall asleep before the girl decided to end with
that annoyance. Just by pointing to the big television with a smaller object full of buttons
calm was returning to my body.

The restless nights soon arrived when I always asked myself the same thing...
Don't you see? There she is, it's her... Can't you see her? ... I was really getting worried, my girl is
was driving me crazy. The only thing I understood was that that annoying noise was bothering her too.
it was altering... and then I didn't know why I insisted on breaking my nerves with so many noises
strange... we lived better before without 'technology'.

One day he started to take notes and complain about the functioning of each inherited object.
Before writing each fact, she told me how scared she was... Maybe she was seeking help but
I never knew how to speak to advise her... I would have suggested she get rid of everything but
I don't think he/she managed to understand me.

He claimed that the polisher did not obey him, and that the television turned on and off when
I wanted to. Moreover, in the last few mornings I forgot to cover the blender and... you wouldn't want to know how
the kitchen was left after turning it on!...

Since the day the devices arrived, I haven't been able to feel at ease. I imagined myself fighting.
with some of them and they really scared me, that's why I took the opportunity to rest
when everything in the house was silent.

It seems that my fatigue was so great that one day I fell asleep while Lili was at
point of washing a huge pile of clothes. The shouts of his siblings and the neighbors me
They suddenly woke up and I couldn't understand what had happened. I spent hours staring.
like petrified the damned washing machine trying to understand something but all I know is that
Now I live with Leandro, one of Lili's brothers, and I never saw her again.

We don't know what is happening inside. The young lady is not answering the phone, she does not respond.
to the bell and the shouting call... Since yesterday... - one of them replied to us, very nervously
the neighbors.

Soapy water continued to flow under the door into the main hallway, something
very strange, and in my many years of experience with these cases, something also very
unusual.

They let us in, and with courage we forced the door, which was securely locked from the inside.
with its corresponding key, a problem that brought us many worries.
Luís and Leandro, the victim's brothers, called her desperately. The
they searched everywhere desperately and -desperately- they found that
the girl was not there.

We were able to see the television working - but strangely without transmission despite
the hour - was irritating with its buzzing.

In the kitchen, the immense 'mountain' of dirty laundry next to the washing machine, in progress and with
the lifted lid was responsible for so much bubbling and sticky puddle.

Half coiled around the drumstick of the rotating drum and half hanging outwards, a
Lilibeth's nightgown; the only garment we could find in such a mess, plus a
slipper almost discarded, buried, at the bottom of the drum.
The soapy water continued to seep in, spilling and soaking the floors, and our
shoes

Later, Luis was able to locate ZAMBRI, behind an old soda crate that was semi-hidden.
by a pile of old and unused newspapers. The animal was completely petrified and with
the gaze fixed on an invisible point of horror that none of us managed
to detach it yet.

All of this in our presence, we the only ones who could do something about that.
girl who, for now, did not appear.

The cat, our only witness.

But cats, unfortunately, do not speak. And for us, the notes in the notebook of
Lilibeth seemed to us the memories of a madwoman who 'who knows how she got them
ingenious to disappear and leave without a trace"... "another crazy one loose (...) to
"us"... "the crazy woman from eleven JOTA"... as her neighbors nicknamed her, when the magazine
the most bought in the neighborhood, gave birth to this note.

_________________________________________________________________________

They call me the Widow of R. I felt very happy when my husband died. He was one
Less, and I felt better when I finally got rid of my stupid daughter.
a woman who only served to have those three stupid children, as hateful as
her. Above all the youngest, Lilibeth, that girl has the same face as her
mother, the same attitude, cowardly and fearful.

But the worst came when I had to take care of my three silly grandsons.
Of course, they had no other family, and I had no choice but to take care of them. No
It was easy for me, but less so for them. I took care of making their lives
impossible, I hated them, I wished they would leave as soon as possible, I wished to be
alone.

They finally grew up, worked, and left my house. It was the happiest moment.
of my life. I didn't want to see their silly faces anymore.

I decided to enjoy my solitude, and the money I had been able to extract from my
husband. I wanted to have all the devices I had always desired and that I did not
I didn't want to share with anyone. I finally managed to buy myself a color television.
a blender, a refrigerator, a polisher, and the most modern and huge washing machine
what I found in the appliance store. I had always wanted
to have one of those sophisticated washing machines that did everything by themselves, I only wanted

press a button and let him take care of everything.

Soon I realized that the washing machine had a mind of its own, it did not respond to my commands.

indications, he didn't do the things I programmed him for, the only thing he did
it was to unleash deadly foam.

I have everything I want, everything I've always wanted, I am alone, I have my modern things.

devices, but I feel weaker and sicker every time. I learned that my
two grandsons have gotten married, and that stupid Lilibeth lives alone in that
departmental cubicle. I hate her, more than the other two, but
I will find a way to make their life miserable, even when I am no longer alive.
I feel like I'm losing strength, every time I use the washing machine, I become weaker and weaker.

but I can't stop turning it on, its foam takes over my mind, I know that
my end is coming soon. The washing machine has indicated it to me, the foam
invade and kill me.

11 J, that is where the idiot lives, I will program the washing machine for its final wash.
Death on 11 J, revenge on 11 J, the day of July 11: 11 J will die, its
the foam will devour it, My TV will announce its death, my blender will make it
final brew, my polisher will prepare the floor for its fall, the cat will be its
only witness, but cats don't talk, no one will know how it disappeared that
spoiled and silly girl. The other two will suffer for the rest of their lives because of the
the death of his little sister hahahahahaha.

That will be my revenge, I know that the three of them are waiting for my death, to
inherit me. They will inherit me, but they will also take the washing machine, and they will take me too.

I will engineer ways to continue ruining their lives even after I'm dead. My
beloved devices are going to do the work for me, they will enjoy them but not for
a long time, the appliances are mine, the television, the blender, my washing machine, it is
Mine, it is my death but it is mine, I programmed it, it will kill her, as it is doing to me

killing me. I feel weak, I can hardly write, I can't speak, I

Meeeeeeeeeeeeee.....rooooooooooo!

I was one morning smelling, as usual, the pee.

sundays when an unmistakable smell penetrated my nose. It was the
smell of death that smells like rotten plum and damp cardboard with
oil, but it had something particular: it smelled of evil, of cold.
How to say it?

A magical, indescribable smell.

I lay in the sun, I smelled another pee: it was from a cat, ah! yes, from Zambri the cat, the one from

the corner that connected me (through the urinations all the pets
we communicate news)

The damn widow of R has died. What luck, right?

And I replied that it was very good.

Zambri and his owner Lilibeth lived in 11 'J', back facing, two
environments, phone, complete kitchen and bathroom, plus a small balcony
apple lung.

I saw Lili several times at the store where she worked and always her
accompanied Zambri, and in those encounters his furry friend told me
that Lili had inherited from the death of the wicked widow
strange devices called: color TV, blender, refrigerator,
ironer and washing machine. The next day she informed me that she had used the
blender from which exquisite delicacies came out, also the refrigerator, the
TV (Lili was hypnotized by it) and the huge and noisy device called
washing machine.

After a few weeks without surprises, Zambri told me that Lili had
screamed when I had just turned on the TV and had written a
letter.

After that, I never saw Zambri or Lili again.

For me, there was always something strange about our grandmother; she was
perverse, a witch from the twentieth century to be exact. She never us
he/she loved none of us three, nor did he/she love his/her daughter, our
mother.

One day when we were still kids, too young, we were left with nothing.
another option was to live with our grandmother, because our mother had
deceased and we had no other whereabouts. The three of us touched him.
timbre and we stood in front of the door with a face that said we were missing.
comfort, to give a spark of shock to her cold heart; I
Lilibeth was in the middle, poor thing, with the basket of fruits between
the hands and a worn pink and green dress, with stains of
mud. On the left was Luis, the youngest but tallest, with a
jean overall and a white t-shirt in the same condition as
my dress, sweetly looking at the door all polished of the widow of
R. While on the right was I, the biggest but more
low, sitting on the asphalt, more than a meter away. He,
who knew grandma well, because mom had been encouraged to
to talk about her, every time I saw her I kept a minimal distance.
She always said that it would be better for us not to be with her too much, so as not to

communicate so much contact, then we would have to face the

consequences.