Reflection of Your Experiences In Undertaking The 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World subject.

 

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BY: RICA MAE C. CAPACIO
STEM 12 B-INFINITY 

 

             Literary works and writing weren’t my cup of tea. But, after being introduced to the history of Philippine literature and how that literature upgraded and changes as each period passes, I realized how interesting it was.

    In the four months of undertaking 21st-century literature from the Philippines and the world, I have learned a lot of new knowledge about our literature, how it started, what are its type/ forms, its different genres, etc. It helped in flourishing my abilities and knowledge on how to write and create the different literary works from the different periods using diverse literary techniques, formats, and multimedia. This subject has challenged by capabilities and perseverance. It pushed me to do my best and finish all the required activities. For me, it was hard, but the experienced I gained from those activities and lessons will forever remain in my mind.

           Just like in the quotation of Kofi Annan, “Acquiring literacy is an empowering process, enabling millions to enjoy access to knowledge and information which broadens horizons, increases opportunities and creates alternatives for building a better life.”

            As we discover more about our literacy, we can see that it does help us to discover a lot of things such as knowledge, information, untold stories about the past, etc. In addition, as we all know even Dr. Jose Rizal uses his stories and literacy to open up the minds of the Filipinos.

        I think that throughout our learning process, my writing ability, knowledge, and my creativity in writing and drawing have improved significantly. Through these literary pieces, we’re able to express ourselves, give information, create entertainment.

          All in all, as Senior High School students, we must learn and know more about 21st-Century Literature in the Philippines and the World. We must develop our 21st-century skills to adapt to the 21st-century society that we live in today. We must use our 21st-century literary knowledge to learn, discover, share and grow.

 

 "THOUGH THE 21ST CENTURY

 LITERATURES FROM THE PHILIPPINES

 AND THE WORLD, 
WE CREATE INNOVATIONS"

-RICA MAE C. CAPACIO                        

Pictures credits: 

- Kofi Annan Quote: “Acquiring literacy is an empowering process, enabling millions to enjoy access to knowledge and information which broade...” (quotefancy.com 

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Digital Picture Story: "Rich People Problem"

     Learning Assessment2: Module 2, Week1-2 Lesson1-2

"Rich People Problem"

By: Kevin Kwan 

"RICH PEOPLE PROBLEMS"
An excerpt by Kevin Kwan 

        Bettina Ortiz y Meña was not accustomed to waiting. A former Miss Venezuela and Miss Universe runner-up, of course, the exceedingly bronzed strawberry blond was these days the wife of Miami autoparts tycoon, Herman Ortiz y Meña, and at every restaurant she chose to grace with her presence, she was always greeted with reverence and whisked to the exact table she desired. Today she wanted the corner table on the terrace at Sip Sip, her favorite lunch spot on Harbor Island. 

         She wanted to sit on one of the comfy orange canvas director’s chairs and stare out at the gently lapping turquoise waters while eating her Kale Caesar salad, but there was a large noisy group taking up the entire terrace and they didn’t seem in much hurry to leave. 

         Bettina fumed as she glared at the tourists happily savoring their lunch in the sun. Look how tacky they were…the woman overly tanned, wrinkled and saggy, none of them properly lifted or botoxed. 

        She felt like walking up to their table and handing out her dermatologist’s business cards. And the men were even worse. All dressed in all rumpled shirts and shorts, wearing those cheap straw hats sold at the trinket shot on Dunmore Street. Why did such people have to come here?

        The three-and-a-half-mile-long paradise with its pristine pink-Sand beaches was one of the best kept secrets in the Caribbean, a haven for the very rich filled with quaint little wood houses painted in shades of sherbet, charmin boutiques, chic oceanfront mansions turned into inns, and five-star restaurants to rival St. Barths. Tourists should have to take a style exam before being allowed to set foot on the Island! Feeling that she had been patient long enough, Bettina stormed into the kitchen, the fringe on her crocheted Pucci caftan top shaking furiously as she made a beeline for the woman with a shock of pixie-cut blond hair manning the main stove. 

         “Julie, honey, what’s the dealio? I’ve waited more than fifteen minutes for my table!” Bettina sighed to the owner of the restaurant.

        “Sorry, Bettina, it’s been one of those days. The party of twelve on the terrace showed up first just before you did,” Julie replied as she handed off a bowl of spicy conch chili to waiting server.

         “But the terrace is your prime spot! Why on earth did you let those tourists take up all that space?” “Well, that tourist in the red fishing cap is the Duke of Glencora. His party just boated over from Windermere – that’s his Royal Huisman you see moored off the coast. Isn’t it the most handsome sailboat you’ve ever seen?”

         “I’m not impressed by big boats,” Bettina huffed, although secretly. She was rather impressed by people with big title. From the kitchen window, she surveyed the party assembled on the terrace with new eyes. These aristo British types were such a strange breed. Sure, they had their Savile Row suits and their heirloom tiaras, but when they traveled, they looked so painfully frumpy. 

         It was only then that Bettina noticed three tan, well-built men in fitted white T-shirts and black Kevlar pants sitting at the adjacent table. The guys weren’t eating but sat watchfully, sipping glasses of seltzer water. “I assume that’s the duke’s security detail? 

         They couldn’t be more obvious! Don’t they know that we’re all billionaires here on Briland, and this isn’t how we roll?” Bettina tutted. 

        “Actually, those bodyguards belong to the duke’s special guest. They did a whole sweep of the restaurant before the party arrived. They even searched my walk-in freezer. See that Chinese fellow seated at the end of the table?” 

         Bettina squinted through her Dior Extase sunglasses at the portly, balding, seventy-something Asian man dressed in a nondescript white short-sleeved golf shirt and gray trousers. “Oh, I didn’t even notice him! Am I supposed to know who he is?”

 That’s Alfred Shang, Julie said in a hushed tone. 

            Bettina giggled. “He looks like their chauffeur. Doesn’t he look like that guy that use to drive Jane Wyman around in Falcon Crest?”

             Julie, who was trying to focus on searing a cut of tuna to perfection, shook her head a tight-lipped smile. “From what I hear, that chauffeur is the most powerful man in Asia.”

         “What’s his name again?”

Two-stanza Poem Using Visual Imagery

 

            EVALUATION: Q1 W4, M3- Lesson 1  

"Summer"

BY: RICA MAE C. CAPACIO

STEM 12 B-INFINITY 

 I miss Summer, 

Where every moment is full of laughter, 

Where the children could play like a runner, 

Under the clear blue sky and the sun that shines brighter,

 I miss summer, 

Where families would gather, 

Going outings and bond together,

 How I wish I could bring back summer.

           

                 Picture credits to: 

                                            -children playing in the sun - Bing images

Elements of short story: "Rich People Problem"

 

30-Word Story 3-Panel Comic

 

      

         Learning Assessment: Q2 M1W2- 3L1-2

"I FINALLY MET MY IDOL"

By: Rica Mae C. Capacio 

            

30-WORD STORY: 

There stood a gorgeous man.

I shouted, "Saranghae!"

He replied with his killer smile.

A familiar annoying sound played.

He bid Good Bye. It's a dream . . .

Dream that won't come true.

3-PANEL COMIC

Digital Picture Story: "Jake" by: Jim Bartlett

 

"Jake" by: Jim Bartlett

        Jake’s eyes snap open, and he quickly turns to the side. But like his aching heart, the spot where Max always sat on the couch remains empty. He takes in a long, deep breath – really more of a sigh – and squeezes his eyes closed, hoping that by slipping into the darkness of a nap, he will temporarily mask his sorrow.

        For fifteen years they were inseparable. Always side by side. The walks on the beach with the gentle waves calling, the seagulls cawing. All those hikes on the trail where the trees canopied over like arches, wrapping them in a soft cool shade on a hot sunny day. Even just a ride to the grocery store for something Martha may have forgotten, they always went together.

        Though he knows that in some ways he should be thankful for just having their time together – those moments forever etched in his heart – and that the sickness took Max quickly rather than dragging out the pain for weeks, maybe even months, he still feels cheated. That somehow he is missing years that could have been.

        Unable to sleep, he looks around the all too empty room, letting his gaze fall upon the leash, which still hangs from the peg by the door. It seems to wait patiently, ever ready for that next big adventure. As his eyes well up, he realizes for the first time how much his grief weighs, how hard it is to even rise with such a heaviness inside.

        t is then he hears a shuffle from behind and turns to see Martha standing in the doorway, her shoulder resting against the frame.

        “I thought you might be in here,” she says. She looks down at him for only a moment before her stare drifts to the couch. “I miss him, too, Jake. More than you’ll ever know.”

        There’s a faraway melancholy tone to her voice, but he knows that her heart, like his, has a hole too big to fill. His head drops and he gives off another long sigh, which seems to prompt her to come over and kneel down onto the carpet beside him. She slides a hand under his chin and lifts it up, then tucks back his long, floppy ears, such that their teary eyes can meet.

        “I guess you do know, don’t you, Jake.”