Franciscan College of the Immaculate

Conception
Baybay City, Leyte
Basic Education Grade School
SY:2014-2015

READING
PROJECT
SUBMITTED BY:
SUBMITTED TO:
JO ANNE JEANNE V. LANZAR
RIA C. ABABAT

MRS.

What invention lets you look right through a wall?

~A window.
What kind of room has no doors or windows?
~A mushroom.
What kind of tree can you carry in your hand?
~A palm.
What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?
~A stamp.
What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?
~A towel.
What has one eye but cannot see?
~A needle.
What is always coming but never arrives?
~Tomorrow.
Take off my skin - I won't cry, but you will! What am I?
~An onion.
Imagine you are in a dark room. How do you get out?
~Stop imagining.

He has married many women, but has never been married. Who is
he?
~A preacher.

AM I TO BE BLAMED?
Theyre chasing me, theyre chasing, no they must not catch me, I have enough money now, yes
enough for my starving mother and brothers.
Please let me go, let me go home before you imprisoned me. Very well, officers? take me to
your headquarters. Good morning captain! no captain, you are mistaken, I was once a good
girl, just like the rest of you here. Just like any of your daughters. But time was, when I was
reared in slums. But we lived honestly, we lived honestly in life. My, father, mother, brothers,
sisters and I. But then, poverty enters the portals of our home. My father became jobless, my
mother got ill. The small savings that my mother had kept for our expenses were spent. All for
our daily needs and her needed medicine.
One night, my father went out, telling us that he would come back in a few minutes with plenty
of foods and money, but that was the last time I saw him. He went with another woman. If only I
could lay my hands on his neck I would wring it without pain until he breaths no more. If you
were in my place, youll do it, wont you Captain? What? you wont still believe in me?. Come
and Ill show you a dilapidated shanty by a railroad.
Mother, mother Im home, mother? mother?!. There Captain, see my dead mother. Captain?
there are tears in your eyes? now pack this stolen money and return it to the owner. What good
would this do to my mother now? shes already gone! Do you hear me? shes already gone. Am I
to be blamed for the things I have done?

FRIENDSHIP RAINBOW
By: Christopher Robin

At the end of this rainbow

With light in your eyes
You will see much magic
Bringing greatest surprise.
A story of old
At the end of this Rainbow
A wish and a song
Just to help you along.
A pot of gold
At the end of this rainbow
Colors and hue
Painted radiantly true.
At the end of this Rainbow
Your dreams may come true
The end of this rainbow
My friendship is for you.

MYSTERY
By: 365greetings

The blaze of the sunshine touches my face,

As I woke up with your thoughts I cant erase,
And then outside the window, the view I start to gaze,
Tryin to solve the mystery as complex as a maze.
I dont know what I feel--- I think Im falling,
Hanging at the edge with hopes someone is catching,
My heart is to fragile , I dont want to see it breaking,
I hope you feel the same, or else I will be crying.

FAMILY
By: unknown

Family
Where love is everything,
And yours is so well known
That through anything
That life can bring
You never feel alone.
Here, hopes and dreams
Are always on the rise.
When youre with family
Youre helped to see
Life through loving eyes.

I THOUGHT I MUST BE
DREAMING
By: J.S Bach

I thought I must me dreaming that

I thought I was awake,
For I was without question in
A most peculiar state.
Who was thinking I was dreaming
I was thinking in my sleep?
Was I awake while sleeping?
Oh, this was far too deep!
Or was I dreaming I was thinking
I was dreaming in the night?
And would I wake up tired or rested
Come the morning light?

The alarm beeped, and quickly I

Rolled off the rumpled bed,
Grateful for the clarity
That lit the day ahead.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL, MY CHILD

By: Barry Taylor

Life is beautiful, my child

Though many things go wrong
And you may hear sadness in
Its strange and lovely song.
Though friends and love ones die, my child
Theyre never really gone.
Nor more nor less than yesterday,
In you they will live on.
They will live on in you, my child
As everything as you see,
Though it must vanish, will remain
Alive in memory.
Alive in what you think and feel
And dream and say and do,
For all who ever are still are
Upon this earth in you.

MY MOM
By: Hanspeter Tschupp

My mom is very sweet and always caring.

She worries about me when I am in school.
She makes sure that I get where Im going
On time so that I dont feel like a fool.
She cares when I pick on my younger brother.
She cares when he or I get hurt.
She cares whenever I score a goal in soccer.
She cares about the buttons in my shirt.

Best of all, my mom love all of us

Who live with her, both when were good and bad.
She makes me happy with a hug and kiss
And holds my hand whenever Im sad.

AT SCHOOL
By: Carol Weston

Once I forgot the tune of the song

Once I got my spelling words wrong
Once in PE I fell on my face
Once my juice spilled all over the place
But mostly school is fun fun fun
I run with friends under the playground sun
I learn to read and I read to learn
I feed our fish--- we each get a turn
I add and subtract and I count quite well
I go on fieldtrips and do show and tell
And sometimes when there is extra time
My teacher let us write a rhyme.

Beauty and Beauty

By: Rupert Brooke

When Beauty and Beauty meet

All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After -- after -Where Beauty and Beauty met,
Earth's still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,

And shreds of shadowy laughter;

Not the tears that fill the years
After -- after

A SUMMER DAY
By: Lucy Maud Montgomery
The dawn laughs out on orient hills
And dances with the diamond rills;
The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs
The silken, beaded gossamers;
In the wide valleys, lone and fair,
Lyrics are piped from limpid air,
And, far above, the pine trees free
Voice ancient lore of sky and sea.
Come, let us fill our hearts straightway
With hope and courage of the day.
Noon, hiving sweets of sun and flower,
Has fallen on dreams in wayside bower,
Where bees hold honeyed fellowship

With the ripe blossom of her lip;

All silent are her poppied vales
And all her long Arcadian dales,
Where idleness is gathered up
A magic draught in summer's cup.
Come, let us give ourselves to dreams
By lisping margins of her streams.
Adown the golden sunset way
The evening comes in wimple gray;
By burnished shore and silver lake
Cool winds of ministration wake;
O'er occidental meadows far
There shines the light of moon and star,
And sweet, low-tinkling music rings
About the lips of haunted springs.
In quietude of earth and air
'Tis meet we yield our souls to prayer.

 NATURE
By: Michael Carlson

Nature is mighty
Nature is strong
Nature is usually always right
Nature is rarely ever wrong
Nature is beauty
Nature is moody
Nature is smart
Nature always has the greater part
Nature is blue
Nature is green
Nature is every color possibly seen
Nature is true
Nature is beaming
Nature is dreaming
Nature is in every place
Nature is always with grace
Nature is true
Nature is you
Nature is me
Nature will forever be free.

POEMS

RIDDLES
Declamation
Pieces
My Favorite
Song

FABLES

Oratorical
PIECE

Short
stories
LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO
BY: Ellie Goulding

You're the light, you're the night

You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
You're the fear, I don't care
'Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life
So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?

love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do

(like you do)
love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
(yeah)
touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
(like you do)
love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
(yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?

Fading in, fading out

On the edge of paradise
Every inch of your skin is a holy gray I've got to find
Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire
Yeah, I'll let you set the pace
'Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
I'll let you set the pace
'Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?

BAD GIRL

Hey! Every Body seems to be staring at me.. You! You! All of you! How dare you to stare at me?
Why? Is it because Im a bad girl? A bad girl I am, A good for nothing teen ager, a problem
child? Thats what you call me! I smoke. I drink. I gamble at my young tender age. I lie. I cheat,
and I could even kill, if I have too.
Yes, Im a bad girl, but where are my parents? You! You! You are my good parents? My good
elder brother & sister in this society where I live?
Looklook at meWhat have you done to me? You have pampered and spoiled me, neglected
me when I needed you most! In trusted me to a yaya, whose intelligent was much lower than
mine! While you go about your parties, your meetings and gambling sessions
Thus I drifted away from you! Longing for a fathers love, yearning for a mothers care!
As I You too have change! You spent more time in your pokers, mah-jong tables, bars and night
clubs. You even landed on the headline of the newspaper as crook, peddlers and racketeers.
Now, you call my name; accuse me in everything I do to myself? Tell me! How good you are? If
you really wish to ensure my future. Then hurry.hurry back home! Where I await you, because
I need you Protect me from all evil influences that will threaten at my very own
understanding
But if I am bad, really badthen, youve got to help me! Help me! Oh please Help Me !

JUVENILE DELINQUENT

Am I a juvenile delinquent? Im a teenager; Im young, young at heart in mind. In this position,

Im carefree; I enjoy doing nothing but to drink the wine of pleasure. I seldom go to school,
nobody cares! But instead you can see me roaming around. Standing at the nearby canto
(street). Or else standing beside a jukebox stand playing the nerve tickling bugaloo. Those are
the reasons, why people, you branded me delinquent, a juvenile delinquent.
My parents ignored me, my teachers sneered at me and my friends, they neglected me. One
night I asked my mother to teach me how to appreciate the values in life. Would you care what
she told me? Stop bothering me! Cant you see? I had to dress up for my mahjong session,
some other time my child. I turned to my father to console me, but, what a wonderful thing he
told me. Child, heres 500 bucks, get it and enjoy yourself, go and ask your teachers that
question.
And in school, I heard nothing but the echoes of the voices of my teachers torturing me with
these words. Why waste your time in studying, you cant even divide 100 by 5! Go home and
plant sweet potatoes.
I may have the looks of Audrey Hepburn, the calmly voice of Nathalie Cole. But thats not what
you can see in me.
Heres a young girl who needs counsel to enlighten her way and guidance to strengthen her
life into contentment.
Honorable judge, friends and teachersis this the girl whom you commented a juvenile
delinquent?.

THE FOX AND THE CROW

A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.

"That's for me, as I am a Fox," said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
"Good day, Mistress Crow," he cried. "How well you are looking today: how glossy your
feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as
your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds."
The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth
the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox.
"That will do," said he. "That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a
piece of advice for the future: "Do not trust flatterers."
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THE WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING

A Wolf found great difficulty in getting at the sheep owing to the vigilance of the shepherd and
his dogs. But one day it found the skin of a sheep that had been flayed and thrown aside, so it
put it on over its own pelt and strolled down among the sheep.
The Lamb that belonged to the sheep whose skin the Wolf was wearing began to follow the
Wolf in the Sheep's clothing. So, leading the Lamb a little apart, he soon made a meal off her and for some time he succeeded in deceiving the sheep, and enjoying hearty meals.
Appearances are deceptive
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THE MISER

A miser sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground
by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent
visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the
hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next
visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations. A
neighbor, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, "Pray do not grieve so;
but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It
will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not
make the slightest use of it."

THE TIGER AND THE CRANE

An old crane had adopted an orphaned tiger cub and raised the little animal along with his own
baby. The two infants grew up side by side and became to be good friends and playmates. They
never quarreled and played happily together.
One day another larger crane came along and treated the young one harshly. He bullied the
little crane so badly that the young one cried out for help. Up rushed the tiger and without any
thought, he gobbled up the bully crane.
Now having the taste of flesh in his mouth, he realized how good the bird taste. He turned to his
little playmate.
"How much I love you, little crane!" exclaimed the tiger, and he had the bird for dessert.

THE CAT AND THE ROOSTER

One day a cat happen to grab hold of rooster for its evening meal. She wanted, however, a good
excuse for killing the bird.
"I need to rid the world of you," she told the rooster, "You constantly make your horrible
noises throughout the night, interfering with men's much needed sleep. The world will be
better off without you."
"No," said the rooster, "I crow for the good of men. I wake them up each morning when it is
time for them to start work for the day, so that they may earn their living."
"Ridiculous!" said the cat, and she ate him.

THE BEAR AND THE BEES

A bear came across a log where a swarm of bees had nested to make their honey. As he
snooped around, a single little bee flew out of the log to protect the swarm. Knowing that the
bear would eat all the honey, the little bee stung him sharply on the nose and flew back into
the log.
This flew the bear into an angry rage. He swatted at the log with his big claws, determined to
destroy the nest of bees inside. This only alerted the bees and quick as a wink, the entire
swarm of bees flew out of the log and began to sting the bear from head to heel. The bear saved
himself by running to and diving into the nearest pond.

BELIEVE YOU CAN SUCCEED AND YOU WILL

Success means many wonderful, positive things. Success means personal prosperity: a fine home, vacations,
travel, new things, financial security, giving your children maximum advantages, etc Success means winning
admiration, leadership, being looked up to by people in your business and social life. Success means freedom:
freedom from worries, fears, frustrations, and failure. Success means self-respect, continually finding more real
happiness and satisfaction from life, being able to do more for those who depend on you.
Success means winning!
Success-achievement is the goal of life!
Every human being wants success. Everybody wants the best this life can deliver. Nobody enjoys crawling, living in
mediocrity. No one likes feeling second-class and feeling forced to go that way
.
Some of the most practical success-building wisdom is found in that Biblical quotation stating that faith can move
mountains. Believe, really believe, that you can move a mountain and you can! Not many people believe that they
can move mountains. So, as a result, not many people do.
On some occasion youve probably heard some say something like, its nonsense to think you can make a
mountain, move away. Its simply impossible.
People who think this way have belief confused with wishful thinking. And true enough, you cant wish away a
mountain. You cant wish yourself into an executive suite. Nor can you wish yourself into a five-bedroom, threebath house or the high-income brackets. You cant wish yourself into a position of leadership.
But you can move a mountain with belief. You can win success by believing you can succeed. There is nothing
neither magical nor mystical about the power of belief.
Belief works this way. Belief, the Im positive-I-can attitude, generates the power, skill, and energy needed to do.
When you believe I-can-do-it, the how-to-do-it develops.
Everyday all over the world, young people start working in new jobs. Each of them wishes that someday he could
enjoy the success that goes by reaching the top. But the majority of these young people simply dont have the
belief that it takes the top rungs. And they dont reach the top. Believing its impossible to climb high, they do not
discover the steps that lead to great heights. Their behavior remains that of the average person.
But a small number of these young people really believe they will succeed. They approach their work with the Im
going-to-the-top attitude. And with substantial belief they reach the top. Believing they will succeed and that its
not impossible these folks study and observe the behavior of senior executives. They learn how successful
people approach problems and make decisions. They observe the attitudes of successful people.
Those who believe they can move mountains, do. Those who believe that they cant, cannot. Belief triggers the
power to do. Belief in great results is the driving force, the power behind all great books, plays, scientific
discoveries. Belief in success is behind every successful business, church, and political organization. Belief in
success is the one basic, absolutely essential ingredient in successful people.
Believe, really believe, you can succeed and you will!!

BECAUSE OF WHAT WE ARE, OF WHAT WE

BE L I E VE

For every generation, there I s a destiny. For some, history decides. For this generation, the
choice must be our own.Our destiny in the midst of change will rest on the changed
character of our people and on their faith.In a land of great wealth, families must not live in
hopeless poverty.In a land rich in harvest, children must not be hungry.In a land of healing
miracles, neighbors must not suffer and die untended.In a great land of learning and
scholars, young people must be taught to read and write.How incredible it is that in this
fragile existence, we should hate and destroy one another. There are possibilitiesenough for
all who will abandon mastery; others to pursue mastery over nature. There is world enough
for all to seektheir happiness in their own way.We have discovered that every child who
learns, and every man who finds work, and every sick body that is madewhole like a candle
added to an altar brightens the hope of all the faithful.So let us reject any among us, who
seek to reopen old wounds, and rekindle old hatreds. They stand in the way of aseeking
nation.Let us join reason to faith and action to experience, to transform our unity of interest
into a unity of purpose. Toachieve change without hatred; not without difference of opinion
but without the deep and abiding divisions whichscar the union for generations.Under the
covenant of justice, liberty and union, we have become a nation. And we have kept our
freedom.It is the excitement of becoming always becoming, trying, probing, resting, and
trying again but always gaining.If we fail now, then we will have forgotten in abundance what
we learned in hardship; that democracy rests on faith,that freedom asks more that it gives.If
we succeeded, it will not be because of what we have, but it will be because of what we are;
not because of whatwe own, but rather because of what we believe.For we are a nation of
believers. Underneath the clamor of buildings and the rush of our days pursuits, we are
thebelievers in justice and liberty and union. And in our own union we believe that every
man must some day be free. And we believe in ourselves.For this is what our country is all
about. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed bridge. It is the star that is notreached
and the harvest that is sleeping in the unplowed ground.

GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH

I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I
know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to
know what there has been in the conduct of theBritish ministry for the last ten years to
justify those hopes with whichgentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves
and the House. Is it thatinsidious smile with which our petition has been lately
received? Trust it not,sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be
betrayedwith a kiss. Ask yourselves how thisgracious reception of our petition
comports with those warlike preparationswhich cover our waters and darken our
land. Are fleets and armiesnecessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have
we shown ourselves sounwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win
back our love?Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war
andsubjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir,what
means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us tosubmission? Can
gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it?Has Great Britain any enemy, in this
quarter of the world, to call for all thisaccumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she
has none. They are meantfor us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over
to bind and rivetupon us those chains which the British ministry has been so long
forging.And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir,
we havebeen trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer uponthe
subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which itis capable; but
it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty andhumble supplication? What
terms shall we find which have not been alreadyexhausted? Let us not, I beseech
you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we havedone everything that could be done to avert the
storm which is now comingon. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we
have supplicated; wehave prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored
itsinterposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.Our
petitions have been slighted; our remonstrance have producedadditional violence
and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; andwe have been spurned,
with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain,after these things, may we indulge
the fond hope of peace andreconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If
we wish to be free if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for
which wehave been so long contendingif we mean not basely to abandon the
noblestruggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we havepledged