Module-6_Q2
Module-6_Q2
2nd Quarter
Can you still remember the 1st
quarter’s lessons?
S m n
1. done at a speed three to four times
faster than normal reading
skimming
2. quickly reading a text to get the
summary of it
c i g
2. quickly reading a text to get the
summary of it
scanning
3. an approach that takes a large
amount of reading
xt v
3. an approach that takes a large
amount of reading
extensive
4. an action or skill of reading written
or printed matter silently or aloud
e d
4. an action or skill of reading written
or printed matter silently or aloud
reading
5. a way of dealing with something
p r h
5. a way of dealing with something
approach
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Objectives
Lesson 1
Reading Approach
A reading approach is a
way or a method that will
help students solve their
problem in reading.
1. Skimming
2. Scanning
3. Extensive Reading
Let’s try your reading skills!
Anthony M arra
AFTER HER S ISTER, Natasha, died, Sonja began sleeping in the hospital. She returned home to wash her clothes a few days a
month, but those days be came fewer and fewer. No reason to return, no need to wash her clothes. She only wears hospital
scrubs anyway.
She wakes on a cot in the trauma unit. She sleeps there intentionally, in anticipation of the next critical patient. Some days,
roused by the shuffle of footsteps, the cries of family members, she stands and a body takes her place on the cot and she works
on resuscitation, knowing she is awake because she could dream nothing like this.
“A man is waiting here to see you,” a nurse says. Sonja, still on the cot, rubs the weariness from her eyes.
“About what?”
A minute later in the hallway the man introdu ces himself. “M y name is Akhmed.” He speaks Russian without an accent, but by
now Sonja feels more comfortable conversing in Che chen. A short beard descends from Akhmed’s face . For a moment she
thinks he’s a religious man, then remembers that most men have grown their beards out. Fe w have shaving cream, fewer have
mirrors. The war has made the country’s cheeks and chins devout.
He gestures to a small girl, no older than eight, standing beside him. “M y wife and I cannot care for her,” Akhmed says. “You
must take her.”
“This isn’t an orphanage.”
The request is not uncommon. The hospital receives humanitarian aid, has
food and clean water. M ost important, it tends to the injured regardless of ethnicity or military affiliation, making the hos pital
one of the few larger buildings left untargeted by either side in the war. Newly injured arrive each day, too many to care fo r.
Sonja shakes her head. Too many dying; she cannot be expected to care for the living as well.
“Her father was taken by the rebels on Saturday. On Sunday the army came and took her mother.”
Sonja looks at the wall calendar, as if a date could make sense of the times.
Chechen. “In my final year. I will work here until a home is found for the girl.”
Akhmed glowers. Sonja often sees defiance from rebels and occasionally
Sonja surveys the corridor: a handful of patients, no doctors. Those with money, with advanced
degrees and the foresight to flee the country have done so.
“Parents decide which of their children they can afford to feed on which days. No one will
take this girl,” Sonja says.
“Does she speak?” Sonja looks to the girl. “What’s your name?” “Havaa,” Akhmed
answers.
Six months earlier Sonja’s sister, Natasha, was repatriated from Italy. When Sonja heard
the knock and opened the door, she couldn’t believe how healthy her sister looked. She
hugged her sister, joked about the padding on her hips. Whatever horrors Natasha had
experienced in the West, she’d put fat around her waist.
“I am home,” Natasha said, holding the hug longer than Sonja thought necessary. They ate
dinner before the sun went down, potatoes boiled over the furnace. The army had cut the
electric lines four years earlier. They had never been repaired. Sonja showed her sister to
the spare room by candlelight, gestured to the bed. “This is the place you sleep, Natasha.”
They spent the week in a state of heightened civility. No prying questions. All talk was
small. What Sonja noticed, she did not comment on. A bottle of Ribavirin antiviral pills
on the bathroom sink. Cigarette burns on Natasha’s shoulders. Sonja worked on
surgeries, and Natasha worked on sleeping. Sonja brought food home from the hospital,
and Natasha ate it. Sonja started the fire in the morning, and Natasha slept. There were
mornings, and there were nights. This is life, Sonja thought.
Akhmed is true to his word. Five minutes after Sonja accepts the girl, he is washed and
suited in scrubs. Sonja takes him on a tour of the hospital. All but two wings are closed
for lack of staff. She shows him the cardiology, internal medicine, and endocrinology
wards. A layer of dust covers the floors, their footprints leaving a trail. Sonja thinks of
the moon landing, how she saw the footage for the first time when she arrived in
London.
“Where is everything?” Akhmed asks. Beds, sheets, hypodermics, disposable gowns,
surgical tape, film dressing, thermometers, IV bags, forceps—any item of practical
medical use is gone. Empty cabinets, open drawers, locked rooms, closed blinds, taped-
over windowpanes, the stale air remain.
“The trauma and maternity wards. And we’re struggling to keep them both open.”
Akhmed runs his fingers through his beard. “Trauma, that’s obvious. You have to keep
trauma open. But maternity?”
Sonja’s laugh rings down the empty hall. “I know. It’s funny, isn’t it? Everyone is either
giving birth or dying.”
“No.” Akhmed shakes his head, and Sonja wonders if he’s offended by her. “They are
coming into the world, and they are leaving the world and it’s happening here.” Sonja nods,
wonders if Akhmed is religious after all.
Direction: The story was quite interesting. Now answer
the questions that follow to test you understanding.
1 . What descriptions were given about the setting of the
story?
2. What seems to be the conflict surrounding the story?