Make your own dialogue Suppose you and your partner are interested in child education. Make a dialogue on this topic, using the following cues. (turn to page 46) 2. Look at the cartoons What is the moral for child education? Make a story on the basis of the pictures and then tell it to your classmates. (Turn to page 47)
Make your own dialogue 1. Suppose you and your partner are interested in child education. Make a dialogue on this topic, using the following cues. (Turn to page 46) 2. Look at the cartoons. What is the moral for child education? Make a story on the basis of the pictures and then tell it to your classmates. (Turn to page 47)
What are they for? Key:1.f 2.a 3.e 4.b 5.c 6.d If you want to learn more Key: a3 b.1 C5 d 7 e6 f2 g8 h 4
What are they for? Key: 1.f 2.a 3.e 4.b 5.c 6.d If you want to learn more Key: a.3 b.1 c.5 d.7 e.6 f.2 g.8 h.4
Part ll Reading Comprehension and Language Activities o Pre-reading TaskS o Notes Translation o Comprehension work o Language work(A, B, C)
Part II Reading Comprehension and Language Activities Pre-reading Tasks Notes Translation Comprehension work Language work (A, B, C)
Part ll Reading Comprehension and Language Activities o Pre-reading Tasks e Form a childs view, what makes a man a good father o What expectations does a hard-working father usually cherish for his children Text
Part II Reading Comprehension and Language Activities Pre-reading Tasks ⚫ Form a child’s view, what makes a man a good father ? ⚫ What expectations does a hard-working father usually cherish for his children ? Text
He Was My Father remember the smell of the soap as he scrubbed his bands. Pungent, because this was for removing ground-in dirt and oil from beneath hardened fingernails and from calloused hands I can still see the darkness of the water in the hasin after he had cleaned his face He turn to p 5, and listen to the text. eating his dinner. toig me tales or ms own cnmgnooa and let little drops of moral tuition fall into my lap. A promise is a promise, he' d say. It was. He never broke one. He was my father. He drove a London taxi for 40 years. It was a job that paid a decent wage if a man was willing to work 12-hour days, six days a week
I remember the smell of the soap as he scrubbed his bands. Pungent, because this was for removing ground-in dirt and oil from beneath hardened fingernails and from calloused hands. I can still see the darkness of the water in the basin after he had cleaned his face. He always spoke to me as he washed before eating his dinner, told me tales of his own childhood and let little drops of moral tuition fall into my lap. “ A promise is a promise,” he’d say. It was. He never broke one . He was my father. He drove a London taxi for 40 years. It was a job that paid a decent wage if a man was willing to work 12-hour days, six days a week. He Was My Father Turn to p. 5, and listen to the text