Model Text for Adverbs of Intensity

(TESOL Worksheets--Adverbs of Intensity)

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This is a lesson on adverbs of intensity using a model text created by AI.  I made this model text when I was teaching Impact 4, Unit 7, Grammar: Adverbs: Expressing Different Levels of Intensity p.122, and this text reflects the vocabulary that is used in that textbook lesson.  But I believe this can also be used independently for a general lesson on adverbs of intensity. The lesson staging is below.  In the staging, I use a quizlet for Adverbs of Intensity that I've previously posted on this blog.

Lead-in	Think of an old person that you know.  Do they talk a lot about their memories?  What kind of memories do they talk about?
Model Text	Prediction: show picture.  Elicit from students what it is (old man on porch).  Ask students what they think the old man is thinking about? Gist task: Listen to the story.  Is the old man happy?  Read out the model text (students listen).   Specific information questions.  Students listen again and answer questions 1-5
Notice the Target Language	Put students in pairs.  Give them a copy of the model text with the target language blanked out.  Place the completed model text outside of the room.  Students have to reconstruct the text using a running dictation.
Clarify Meaning	Students do a sorting activity with the adverbs of intensity.  Confirm by displaying the answer sheet on the projector. Additional Clarification Activity: quizlet live
Clarify Form	Using the model text, elicit from students that the adverb comes either before the verb or the adjective.
Clarify pronunciation	Remove screen from view of students, and drill pronunciation.

1. What jobs had the old man done in the past?

2.  Where did the old man spend countless hours?  

3. What was rather like the ocean?

4. Was the old man bitter about growing old?

5. What did the sun cast across the porch?

The old man was _________ frail he could _________ lift his teacup. His hands, once strong and capable, were now _________ wrinkled and spotted. He’d _________ lived a full life, though. He’d been a sailor, a soldier, a husband, a father. Now, he was _________  just a watcher.

He’d spent countless hours on the porch, watching the world go by. Children laughed; dogs barked; cars zoomed past.  It was a _________ peaceful chaos. He was _________ content with this simple rhythm.  He could _________ feel the daily rhythm in his bones.

Life, he often thought, was _________ like the ocean. It could be calm and inviting one moment, and then, suddenly, _________ rough. You could be _________ on top of the world, or _________ lost at sea.

He was _________ old now, and his memories were _________ foggy. But he could still recall the sharp tang of salt air, the feel of a deck beneath his bare feet, the terrifying beauty of a storm. Those days were _________ like a dream now.

Still, he was _________ bitter about growing old. In fact, he was _________  grateful for the time he had. Each day was a gift, a precious, fragile thing. He was lucky to have lived _________ long, to have loved _________ deeply, to have experienced _________ much.

As the sun began its descent, casting _________ long shadows across the porch, the old man smiled. He was tired, _________ achy, but profoundly at peace. Tomorrow was another day, and he was ready for it, whatever it might bring.

The old man was so frail he could barely lift his teacup. His hands, once strong and capable, were now rather wrinkled and spotted. He’d certainly lived a full life, though. He’d been a sailor, a soldier, a husband, a father. Now, he was kind of just a watcher.

He’d spent countless hours on the porch, watching the world go by. Children laughed; dogs barked; cars zoomed past.  It was a sort of peaceful chaos. He was absolutely content with this simple rhythm.  He could practically feel the daily rhythm in his bones.

Life, he often thought, was rather like the ocean. It could be calm and inviting one moment, and then, suddenly, extremely rough. You could be totally on top of the world, or completely lost at sea.

He was quite old now, and his memories were somewhat foggy. But he could still recall the sharp tang of salt air, the feel of a deck beneath his bare feet, the terrifying beauty of a storm. Those days were almost like a dream now.

Still, he was hardly bitter about growing old. In fact, he was very grateful for the time he had. Each day was a gift, a precious, fragile thing. He was lucky to have lived so long, to have loved so deeply, to have experienced so much.

As the sun began its descent, casting really long shadows across the porch, the old man smiled. He was tired, slightly achy, but profoundly at peace. Tomorrow was another day, and he was ready for it, whatever it might bring.

The old man was so frail he could barely lift his teacup. His hands, once strong and capable, were now rather wrinkled and spotted. He’d certainly lived a full life, though. He’d been a sailor, a soldier, a husband, a father. Now, he was kind of just a watcher.

He’d spent countless hours on the porch, watching the world go by. Children laughed; dogs barked; cars zoomed past.  It was a sort of peaceful chaos. He was absolutely content with this simple rhythm.  He could practically feel the daily rhythm in his bones.

Life, he often thought, was rather like the ocean. It could be calm and inviting one moment, and then, suddenly, extremely rough. You could be totally on top of the world, or completely lost at sea.

He was quite old now, and his memories were somewhat foggy. But he could still recall the sharp tang of salt air, the feel of a deck beneath his bare feet, the terrifying beauty of a storm. Those days were almost like a dream now.

Still, he was hardly bitter about growing old. In fact, he was very grateful for the time he had. Each day was a gift, a precious, fragile thing. He was lucky to have lived so long, to have loved so deeply, to have experienced so much.

As the sun began its descent, casting really long shadows across the porch, the old man smiled. He was tired, slightly achy, but profoundly at peace. Tomorrow was another day, and he was ready for it, whatever it might bring.

stronger	weaker

stronger	weaker
absolutely, so, very, really extremely, certainly, quite, rather, completely, totally	slightly, barely, hardly, somewhat, kind of, sort of, almost

Write a description of a person.  (This could be a real person or a fictional person).  Use adverbs of intensity.

absolutely, almost, barely, certainly, completely, extremely, hardly, kind of, practically, quite, rather, really, slightly, so, somewhat, sort of, totally, very

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