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Detailed Lesson Plan
For Grade 10
I. Learning Outcome At the end of the discussion, the students will be able to:
1. Determine the author’s purpose in writing the story by using a graphic organizer 2. Draw a picture that illustrates the message of the story 3. Relate the moral story to their own lives. II. Subject Matter A. Topic: “ The Lottery Ticket” by Anton Chekhov B. Materials Needed: Visual aids, Handouts, and box C. References: D. Value: III. Learning Procedures A. Preliminaries Teacher’s Activity 1. Observing Silence Let us close our eyes and relax our bodies as we observe our silence. Avoid getting distracted by the noise or any unnecessary things in our surroundings. Focus on your breathing as you inhale and exhale. 2. Opening Invocation As we all gather here for our lesson, may our hearts and minds be one, May the divine blessings be with us during this session and all the time. A Student’s Activity The students will close their eyes and relax their bodies.
pleasant day to one and all.
3. Greetings “Good day, Class. How’s your day?” “Good to hear that” 4. Checking of Attendance “Before we start to our lesson, let me check your attendance. As I call your name, share one interesting about yourself with a loud voice if you are present and if you are here with me physically and mentally,” “Clear?” 5. Class Agreement “Now, let us be aware of the trash beside your seats. Please pick it up and arrange your chairs so our class will have a comfy, fresh and clean ambiance.” The students will invocate together with the teacher. “Good day, Teacher, we are fine” “Clear” (Students clean and arrange their seats.) B. Motivation Teacher’s Activity “Alright, since the trash is gone. Let us play a game, do you want to play a game?” “The title of our Activity is “Greedy to Pick, Greedy to Share” “ I will put all the objects in a box here at the center of the table” and I will ask at least three students to pick as many objects “It depends on you how many objects will you get” “Did you understand our first activity?” “Okay, let’s start” Student’s Activity “Yes Teacher” “Yes, Teacher”
“Very Good!” “What is the moral lesson in the story?” “Precisely” “Thank you so much for that” “The Characters in the story are Shinano, The Aged mother and Daimyo” “The moral lesson in the story of the Aged Mother teaches kids having respect, value, love towards your parents, even in their old age. D. Presentation ( Lesson Proper) Teacher’s Activity “Now I will introduce to you our lesson for today” THE LOTTERY TICKET By: Anton Chekov Pre-reading The teacher will introduce the author: The author of "The Lottery Ticket" Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, was born in Russia on January 29, 1860. Along with being an author, Chekhov was also a physician. He began writing stories in order to make money, but soon took an actual interest into story-writing. His famous works include ‘Uncle Vanya’. “The Three Sisters” and ‘The Cherry Orchard” At the age of 44, he passed away on July 15, 1904, in Germany. “Again, who is the Author of the story?” “Correct” “I already introduce to you class the author of the story, now I will give you the copy of the story entitled, The Lottery Ticket by Anton Chekhov” Student’s Activity “The author of the story is Anton Chekhov”
During Reading The Lottery Ticket by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904) Ivan Dmitritch, a middle-class man who lived with his family on an income of twelve hundred a year and was very well satisfied with his lot, sat down on the sofa after supper and began reading the newspaper. "I forgot to look at the newspaper today," his wife said to him as she cleared the table. "Look and see whether the list of drawings is there." "Yes, it is," said Ivan Dmitritch; "but hasn't your ticket lapsed?" "No; I took the interest on Tuesday." "What is the number?" "Series 9,499, number 26.""All right... we will look... 9,499 and 26."Ivan Dmitritch had no faith in lottery luck, and would not, as a rule, have consented to look at the lists of winning numbers, but now, as he had nothing else to do and as the newspaper was before his eyes, he passed his finger downwards along the column of numbers. And immediately, as though in mockery of his skepticism, no further than the second line from the top, his eye was caught by the figure 9,499! Unable to believe his eyes, he hurriedly dropped the paper on his knees without looking to see the number of the ticket, and, just as though some one had given him a douche of cold water, he felt an agreeable chill in the pit of the stomach; tingling and terrible and sweet!" Masha, 9,499 is there!" he said in a hollow voice. His wife looked at his astonished and panic stricken face, and realized that he was notjoking."9,499?" she asked, turning pale and dropping the folded tablecloth on the table. "Yes, yes... it really is there!"" And the number of the ticket?"" Oh yes! There's the number of the ticket too. But stay... wait! No, I say! Anyway, the number of our series is there! Anyway, you understand...."Looking at his wife, Ivan Dmitritch gave a broad, senseless smile, like a baby when a bright object is shown it. His wife smiled too; it was as pleasant to her as to him that he only mentioned the series, and did not try to find out the number of the winning ticket. To torment and tantalize oneself with hopes of possible fortune is so sweet, so thrilling!" It is our series," said Ivan Dmitritch, after a long silence. "So, there is a probability that we have won. It's only a probability, but there it is!" "Well, now look!"
rubs his bare chest with his hands, and goes into the water. And in the water, near the opaque soapy circles, little fish flit to and frond green water-weeds nod their heads. After bathing there is tea with cream and milk rolls. In the evening a walk or vent with the neighbors. “Yes, it would be nice to buy an estate," said his wife, also dreaming, and from her face it was evident that she was enchanted by her thoughts. Ivan Dmitritch pictured to himself autumn with its rains, its cold evenings, and its St. Martin’s summer. At that season he would have to take longer walks about the garden and beside the river, so as to get thoroughly chilled, and then drink a big glass of vodka and eat a salted mushroom or a soused cucumber, and then--drink another. The children would come running from the kitchen-garden, bringing a carrot and a radish smelling of fresh earth. And then, he would lie stretched full length on the sofa, and in leisurely fashion turn over the pages of some illustrated magazine, or, covering his face with it and unbuttoning his waistcoat, give himself up to slumber. The St. Martin's summer is followed by cloudy, gloomy weather. It rains day and night, the bare trees weep, the wind is damp and cold. The dogs, the horses, the fowls--all are wet, depressed, downcast. There is nowhere to walk; one can't go out for days together; one has to pace up and down the room, looking despondently at the grey window. It is dreary! Ivan Dmitritch stopped and looked at his wife. “I should go abroad, you know, Masha," he said. And he began thinking how nice it would be in late autumn to go abroad somewhere to the South of France ... to Italy ... to India! “I should certainly go abroad too," his wife said. "But look at the number of the ticket! “Wait, wait! ..."He walked about the room and went on thinking. It occurred to him: what if his wife really did go abroad? It is pleasant to travel alone, or in the society of light, careless women who live in the present, and not such as think and talk all the journey about nothing but their children, sigh, and tremble with dismay over every farthing. Ivan Dmitritch imagined his wife in the train with a multitude of parcels, baskets, and bags; she would be sighing over something, complaining that the train made her head ache, that she had spent so much money.... At the
stations he would continually be having Torun for boiling water, bread and butter. ...She wouldn't have dinner because of its being too dear...."She would begrudge me every farthing," he thought, with a glance at his wife. "The lottery ticket is hers, not mine! Besides, what is the use of her going abroad? What does she want there? She would shut herself up in the hotel, and not let me out of her sight. I know! “And for the first time in his life his mind dwelt on the fact that his wife had grown elderly and plain, and that she was saturated through and through with the smell of cooking, while he was still young, fresh, and healthy, and might well have got married again. “Of course, all that is silly nonsense," he thought; "but...why should she go abroad? What would she make of it? And yet she would go, of course.... I can fancy.... In reality itis all one to her, whether it is Naples or Klin. She would only be in my way. I should be dependent upon her. I can fancy how, like a regular woman, she will lock the money up as soon as she gets it.... She will look after her relations and grudge me every farthing. “Ivan Dmitritch thought of her relations. All those wretched brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles would come crawling about as soon as they heard of the winning ticket, would begin whining like beggars, and fawning upon them with oily, hypocritical smiles. Wretched, detestable people! If they were given anything, they would ask for more; while if they were refused, they would swear at them, slander them, and wish them every kind of misfortune. Ivan Dmitritch remembered his own relations, and their faces, at which he had looked impartially in the past, struck him now as repulsive and hateful. “They are such reptiles!" he thought. And his wife's face, too, struck him as repulsive and hateful. Anger surged up in his heart against her, and he thought malignantly: “She knows nothing about money, and so she is stingy. If she won it, she would give mean hundred robles, and put the rest away under lock and key. “And he looked at his wife, not with a smile now, but with hatred. She glanced at him too, and also with hatred and anger. She had her own daydreams, her own plans, her own reflections; she understood perfectly well what her husband's dreams were. She knew who would be the first to try to grab her winnings. “It’s very nice making daydreams at other people's expense!" is what her eyes expressed. "No, don't
"Purpose Reveal" The class will be divided into two (2) groups. Each group will determine the author’s purpose for writing the story “The Lottery Ticket” by using a graphic organizer. Each group will select one (1) representative to present their work. Each group will be given five (5) minutes to do the task. “You will be graded based in our criteria” CRITERIA Correctness of Answer Mechanics Presentation Cooperation
Total: 40 Points ANALYSIS
- How were you able to identify the author’s purpose in writing story?
- What do you think is the significance of the story?
- Do you think it is important to know the author’s purpose in writing the story? E. Application Teacher’s Activity “Okay, Thank you so much for that student” “In our next activity, I want you to group yourself into 2 groups, and each group will explain the message of the story through a drawing.” Student’s Activity
“This activity called “ Letting Art Speak” “I will give you a material that needed in your drawing, I will give you Ten (10) minutes to do the task and each group will have a two representative to give brief explanation about your drawing” “Did you all understand” “I will score you based in our criteria” CRITERIA Relevance Creativity Cleanliness Presentation Cooperation
Total: 50 pts. F. Generalization Teacher’s Activity “Class, do you understand our lesson for today?” “Can someone please explain a little about our topic for today” The Lottery Ticket by Anton Chekhov.” “Thank you, Class. Let us remember that materials possessions and wealth do not bring true happiness, and that greed can lead to bitterness and broken relationships” “Did you all understand?” Student’s Activity
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