A Lesson

Class
Form 2Daro(Lower Intermediate)
Date & Day
10 Jan 2017 / Tuesday
Time/Duration
4.10 - 5.10pm /60 minutes
Theme
Social Issues
Topic
How do you contribute to society?
Learning Outcomes


By the end of the lesson, students will be able to:
* Talk about how they can contribute to society in a conversation using 3 wh-questions.
* write a reflection about what they have learnt. 
HOTS
Why is it important to contribute to society?
Content & Teaching Procedures
1. Teacher elicits from students how they can  contribute to society.
2. Teacher writes out students' responses.
3. Teacher writes out 3 questions on board and asks students to use them in a discussion on what they can do to contribute to society.
E.g:
a. Can you share with us what you can do to contribute to society?
b. What motivates you to do that?
c. How do you promote this activity to more people?
4.  Teacher asks students to respond to the questions appropriately based on the following sentence patterns:
a. I can contribute to society by organising a spring-cleaning activity in an old folks' home.
b. I would like to raise funds for Cahaya Orphanage through a flag sale.
c.  I will organise a concert and donate the proceeds to the less fortunate.
d. I will promote my activity during assembly to make more friends aware of it.
3. In pairs, students talk about how they can contribute to society.
4. Students present their conversation.
5. Teacher gives constructive comments on the activity.
6. Teacher asks students to write a reflection based on the following questions:
a. How did you find the activity?
b. Do you think it is noble to contribute to society? Why?
c.  What can you do to benefit society in your own neighourhood?
Follow-up Activity
Dictation
Self-Reflection
 During presentation the students were so shy that I could hardly hear them. I ended up getting them present in front of me at my desk but the rest of the class became rowdy. To build their confidence, I will consider getting each of them read a short paragraph everyday so that in the long run, they won't find it too daunting to speak in English. 

 On the other hand, the students were more at ease with reflection-writing because they did not have to say anything. However, they tended to copy from each other and I had to tell them repeatedly that it was something strictly personal.  The idea has not quite registered in their minds. More practice has to be done.

Comments

inid2tell said…
Looks like a well-planned lesson, and I'm sure you've managed to engage your students. :))
January 18, 2017 at 3:06 AM
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