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1. I. LEARNING OBJECTIVES:
At the end of the lesson, 95% of the students shall be able to:
1. Define adjectives.
2. Determine the functions and uses of adjectives in the sentence.
3. Identify adjectives in the sentence.
4. Describe persons, places, things using adjectives.
5. List down describing words while listening to a story.
6. Construct sentences using describing words.
II. LEARNING CONTENT:
Topic: Adjectives
Materials: marker, Manila paper, copy of the story, scotch tape.
Reference: Ladera, Helen Ponce de Leon (2013) Proficiency in English 8
III. LEARNING EXPERIENCES
A. MOTIVATION:
The teacher will group the students into three groups. The teacher will give
pictures to each group and they will discuss it to the class what they can say about the
picture given.
B.Input Phase:
After the task given in the motivation, the following questions will be asked.
1. What do you think are the functions of the words you have discussed?
2. What part of speech do they belong?
C. Working phase:
In five minutes, each student will do the activity. They are going to underline the
describing words and encircle the word/s being described. Activity will be posted
in the board. Checking will be done after the given time.
D. Application:

2. Group game: using the letters of the alphabet, they will think of adjectives
which can describe person, place or things. Five minutes is the time given to each
group. A group who can finish within the time given wins.
Example: Beautiful girl, big daddy
E. Assessment:
The teacher will post story in titled “Sad Little Houses”. The students will list
down 5 descriptive words and they will make sentences using those words they have
listed.
IV. Assignment:
Write an essay of a two paragraph about “Sad Love Story”. Outputs will be
passed the next meeting.

3. Sad Little Houses
Amparo R. Asuncion
The sad little houses, the poor little houses
Crowded by the riverside.
The holesin their roofs, the cracks in their walls
Vainly they try to hide.
The stench of the river, the dark, muddy river
Is with them night and day,
Pure, fresh air may be had for the moving
But they can’t move away.
They can only stand by the bank of the river
Buried knee-deepin clay.
They can only stare at the drifting garbage
Until they, too decay.
And, pass away into ghosts of houses
Killedby burning sun,
Smothered with dust and then forgotten-
Forgotten by everyone.