1. The narrator recalls the worst day of their life when they were 17 years old and received a phone call that their father had died of a heart attack.
2. Upon learning of their father's death, the narrator broke down crying in disbelief and woke their mother to share the devastating news.
3. The narrator's family later gathered to remember and grieve the loss of their father on what was described as the worst day of the narrator's life.
14. * Chronological –
arranged in the order of
occurrence
* Logical – acceptable by
reason (easily understood
by majority)
15. Transitional expressions
can help tie ideas
together and show
relationships. They also
reveal organization
patterns to help your
reader follow along.
16. To make the narration logical, use
transitional words like:
•before
•meanwhile
•afterward
•at the same
time
•to begin with
•subsequently
•previously
•at last
•at present
•briefly
•currently
•at that time
•in the
meantime
•eventually
•finally
gradually
•immediately
•in the future
•then
•now
•later
•suddenly
•earlier
•formerly
•shortly
•until now
•in the past
17. •before
•meanwhile
•afterward
•at the
same time
•to begin
with
•subsequently
•previously
•at last
•at present
•briefly
•currently
•at that
time
•in the
meantime
•eventually
•finally
gradually
•immediate
ly
•in the
future
•then
•now
•later
•suddenly
•earlier
•formerly
•shortly
•until now
•in the
past
20. Morillo recalled being brought to a
room along with Daa Jr. It was
connected to the house, but its two
walls were missing and one opening led
to a ravine about three meters away.
Without warning, the police shot
Morillo in the chest. He fell to the
ground bleeding, but did not lose
consciousness. The officer then shot
Daa twice, the second time on the head.
21. Lying beside Daa, Morillo
played dead. He crawled out
of the opening and onto the
edge of the ravine, and
found his way to the nearest
highway where he sought
medical help.
22. At the back of the house, the
police made Gabo, Comendo, and Cule
kneel on the ground and shot them to
death. Cule was the last of the three to
be killed. Hugging the legs of one of
the armed men, he begged to be
spared, but the police still shot him on
the nape, based on an eyewitness
accountofa14-year-old.
23. And, as if nothing happened, the
police officers stayed a few more
hours inside Daa’s home, and ate
at the billiard table using the
family’s plates and utensils,
helping themselves to food and
drinks from a sari-sari store
owned by the family of one of the
victims.
24. Morillo recuperated at the
East Avenue Medical Center.
But during the time he was
confined, QCPD police kept
him captive in the hospital
room. He is now under the
custody of the Commission
on Human Rights.
26. It was already around 3 p.m. of that
fateful day of January 25 or more than
12 hours since we entered Barangay
Tukanalipao in Mamasapano,
Maguindanao, when SPO1 Inocencio
told us that he was wounded. We
were already cornered by their
enemies that time. The gun battle
started as early as 6 a.m.
27. We decided to lay silent for a while so
their enemies would think that we
were already dead. Our plan was to
fight it out with their enemies down
to their last bullet. Around 4pm, we
were already looking at each other as
if saying goodbye and preparing for
our last stand against at least 1,000
fully-armed enemies.
30. Examples:
1. Narration of the earthquake in Surigao
2. The Narration of Yolanda Victims
3. The Narration of a Shipwrecked
Titanic Survivor
4. Personal Experience
5. Others Experience
32. The last time I saw my ex-
boyfriend was when he was
trying to open the gate of their
house. I never thought that it
would be the last. I glimpsed a
smile to him but his face was
naked that it just starred at me –
looking at me as he tried to bid
goodbye.
34. The one day I spent in Morocco,
Africa was an experience of a
lifetime. When I finally reached
Morocco and got off the bus, there
were four little girls standing
shoeless in the hot sun. After I
swallowed my tears, I could not even
try to picture this in America as it is
not something you often see in the
U.S.
35. Meanwhile my tourist guide
instructed me not to give them
money as it encouraged the
children to beg; however, I was
wearing four silver bracelets. As I
walked over to the girls, their eyes
watched my every move. Then I
kneeled down to their level while I
gave each girl a bracelet.
37. Subjective Narration
( purely imaginative)
– writer controls the
narration of events; that is
the whole story is the
product of author’s
imagination.
40. There was once a Dracula who
lived in the forest by the kingdom
of Halcon. He was living for almost
one hundred years since his
parents left him in the tower
where he spent his life watching
television and playing yoyo. He
was alone and no friends to play
41. Every time he wanted to go to
centre town where people were
happily celebrating feasts of
different saints, he would cover
himself with black cloth and would
roam around the town while
observing how the townspeople
eating, drinking and mingling with
each other.
42. One night while he was
drinking in the Catacomb club
with a red blood champagne
floating with paired eyes and
dangling veins, a lady in red
with oozing brilliant eyes sat
beside him and asked his
name…(to be continued)
44. Once upon a time there was a fine
stag who ruled a herd of deer in a
forest and it had a beautiful wife. The
doe was very devoted to her husband
and helped him in all matters of life.
One day, the stag was caught in the
trap of a hunter and the doe was very
frightened as was the stag. All the
friends of the stag left him.
45. But the doe remained steadfast next
to him and waited for the hunter to
come. She was very devoted to her
husband. As soon as the hunter came,
she fell on his knees and begged, "Sir!
Please make a nice bed of leaves for
me and my husband and then kill me
first and then my husband and you
can have a nice feast."
46. The hunter was so amazed and
surprised by her love that he
went to first free the stag
before he prepared the bed of
leaves, and in a split second,
the stag and the doe ran after
being free.
52. Category Writing Characteristics Teacher Score (20pts.)
Focus and Construction of
Knowledge
10
*The narrative established and maintains
focus on true/imaginary events.
*Writer demonstrates a clear understanding
of the event.
Organization
5
*The narrative is organized in order of
events through time with an appropriate
beginning, middle and end;
*Events are logically presented.
*Writer sustains unity throughout the
finished piece by use of smooth transitions
of details
Construction of Language
5
*The writer constructs language in a way
that is appropriate and effective.
*The writer shows effective use of pronoun
and antecedent agreement.
*Control of formatting, conventions,
punctuations, spelling and capitalization.
55. A. Define narration.(2pt)
B. What are the two
characteristics of narration?
(2pts)
C. Enumerate classifications
of narration. (2pts)
D. Differentiate the
classifications (2pts)
56. E. Classify the following
narrated events whether
objective or subjective
narration. Then, write
what the narration is all
about. (2pts each)
57. E. Classify the following
narrated events whether
objective or subjective
narration.
60. I saw the caged songbird
had everything she needed;
food, water and shelter. Still
I saw a sad look upon her
face and she had not sung
for a very long time.
61. “Why do you not sing
anymore?”
You have quite a comfortable
life in your cage. She looked at
me with tearful eyes and said
“ A golden cage is still a
cage”
62.
63. When I was in elementary school, I was a
very happy and outgoing kid and had lots of
friends. But when I started secondary
school, some older kids started to bully and
tease me. All my friends from elementary
school left me because they didn’t want to
be seen with me. At my school, everything
was all about money and clothes. I had huge
glasses and I was really ugly and everyone
laughed at me. Then a boy (he was in 8th
grade I think) started to follow me around.
64. He called me names, took my stuff and made up
rumors about me. One day he and his friends
beat me up on the bus. No one wanted to be
friends with me anymore. The n I became
friends with two girls in my class. They started
making up rumors about me. Everyone kept
telling me what a bad person I was. In 6th grade,
the bullying got even worse. Everyone said I was
ugly and I should just kill myself. In 7th grade my
mom made me attend afternoon classes (full-
time school was voluntary at my school). The
kids in afternoon class started bullying me, too.
65. They followed me around and took photos of
me in the bathroom to send them to the
whole school. When I got home from school, I
would go to my room and cry all evening. I
never talked to anyone. My grades dropped
and my teachers started to talk to my
parents. They told them I was lazy and
refused to participate. They knew I was
bullied but they never did anything to stop it.
Everyone hated me and I didn’t have a single
friend. I just want to tell everyone who is
going through the same: It gets better.
66. I know it’s really hard, and you might feel like
giving up sometimes, but you have to be
yourself and stay confident. Don’t let them
get to you. I know you’re suffering, but at
some point you’ll be proud of yourself for all
that you’ve been through. And if anyone
judges you, it is their own problem. Those
people have no idea what you’ve been
through. They probably couldn’t even take it.
But you had to take it. And you’re still here
going on with your life. And that’s why you
can be proud of yourself.
67.
68. My father’s name is Robert
Ola, he died on Aug 28th
2003 of a heart attack. It
was about six in the morning
I was sleeping restlessly and
the phone rang and I missed
it then it rang again.
69. I saw it was my father’s house
calling to get me up for the first
day of school. To my surprise it
was my stepmother crying on
the other line. This was the
start of the worst day of my life
in the short seventeen years I
had been alive.
70. She proceeded to tell me that
my father has had a heart
attack and the ambulance had
came and got him. Then the
horror began I asked he’s ok
right he’s going to be ok . With
sorrow in her voice she said
Jace he’s dead.
71. I started crying and disbelief
and ran to my mom’s room
screaming and yelling. Later my
family gathered and
remembered the day that I
recall as the worst day of my
life.
72.
73. Bring a picture that
depicts a special moment
of your life with special
person/people as in
family, friend,
classmates…
74.
75.
76. LIFE LESSON:
In life there is no turning back.
Though we would like to return on
time we are seizing today, we
cannot because soon this moment
we have right now will just become
part of a memory. A memory that
no matter how much you wish to
happen again, you cannot