Just along for the ride
Speaking skills
- reading aloud of authentic texts
- pronunciation and stress
- discussions (group work)
- expressing agreement and disagreement Reading skills / Comprehension
- skimming for general impression
- scanning for retrieving specific information
- understanding the text as a whole
- understanding the structure of a text / understanding how the ideas are presented
- reading inbetween the lines- inferring, recognizing implications and consequences
- breaking up of text into more manageable coherent units
- recognize style, mood
- understanding the writer's intention, his attitude and tone
- understanding the purpose of a text
- expressing opinionsWriting skills
- note taking using key words- summarizing
- expressing opinions- answering questions on the texts
- presentation of arguments / ideas
- effective presentation of arguments / ideas (heading, paragraphing, lay-out, etc.)
- giving descriptions- writing (development) essays
- using connectors, set phrases for transitions etc.
- style:
- using adjectives and adverbs as qualifiers, enhancers, choosing words carefully
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using the appropriate register
- work out useful phrases for talking about texts: evaluating,
discussing views, setting, action, characterization (e.g. according
to…, On the one hand …)
- devising headings for paragraphs / isolating topic sentences- writing dialogue
- quoting correctly
Lexis and grammar
- guided dictionary work
- autonomous dealing with unknown words
- expansion of both passive and active vocabulary (memorization)
- transmission of skills / strategies to deal with unknown words:
inferring meaning from context, semantic mapping, linguistic mapping,
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- Irresponsible behaviour on the road caused by boredom and peer-pressure
- Hit and run "accident"
- Non-assistance à personne en danger.
- Raising awareness that harm is caused on the roads, either deliberately and irresponsibly or by accident.
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Just along for the ride
I leaned back on the seat and watched the back of Dick's head as he
steered. The '55 DeSoto rumbled along the rain-soaked street.
This
evening's gonna be a total loss, I thought. Things have gotta be pretty
dull when all you've got to do is drive around with a friend who just
got his license. But it beats sitting at home. So, there we were, five
of us. Dick and Phil were in front. Reid, Steve and I were in the back.
We were all cold, damp, and bored. Man, we needed something to do!
"This is really crummy. I think we …"
I was cut off by Phil. "Hey, let's drive up to somebody … some kid… and flatten him."
"What?" I said.
"We drive up slow, then swing open the door real fast, and knock the guy on his can."
We all looked at him kinda funny.
"Well, it's something to do," Phil said.
"Aw, why not? OK, we'll do it."
We began looking round for a victim.
"You guys are nuts," I said. "What if he calls the cops?"
"You worry too much. Whenever we wanna have some fun, you always chicken out."
"There's one!"
It was raining hard, but we could see the blurred figure of some guy under a streetlight on the corner. Steve laughed.
"Oh wow! This is gonna be funny."
A couple of us started laughing.
"Will you guys shut up?" said Dick. I guess it made
him nervous. The kid was about half a block away. The street wasn't too
busy. Only a few cars were around. Dick started weaving across the road.
"Stop fooling around!" I said.
Steve got on the door, ready to open it. Then
everything started happening too fast. The guy at the corner stepped
out into the street. The car swerved. The door swung open, and Steve
started falling out. He grabbed my arm, and we both fell back on the
seat. Dick got scared and threw the car away from the kid. The
headlights flashed on the frozen figure. I could see his face, eyes
wide, mouth open. There was a squeal of tires on the slick street and a
hollow thud as the figure was hurled, rolling across the roof. I got
all mixed up.
"Ken Benjamin!" I said. "I think that was Ken Benjamin!"
Dick slowed down. Then he suddenly started speeding down the street.
"Dick! Stop! I know that guy! Dick, will ya stop?" He didn't hear me. "Stop the car! He's my friend!"
I hit him on the shoulder and grabbed his shirt. He turned around. Tears were blobbing up in his eyes.
"Shut up, you jerk! You want us to get nailed for
manslaughter?" He hit my arm. What a stupid thing to do! I got so
scared that I started shivering like crazy. I just couldn't believe it.
I felt sick.
"Hey!"
I looked up. It was Dick. He was looking in the rearview mirror. There was a car behind us.
"Is he following us?" I asked.
"Well, I'll lose him," said Dick.
The car lunged forward as it picked up speed. I
looked back. The headlights shone through the rain, about two or three
hundred yards away. Dick hung a sharp right up a narrow street. Hardly
anyone ever comes up this way, I thought. If he follows us up here,
he's really following us. I looked back. The headlights were even
closer. We started up a winding road. I looked back and could see the dark red Volvo as it cut through the street ponds. Yeah, I thought, a good guy would drive one of those Volvos.
What if he catches us? Ken was my friend. Hit and
run, hit and run kept going through my head. I kinda hoped that the guy
would catch us. We were out in the sticks by now. The roads were
winding a lot. The Volvo was making its move, and was closing fast. But
as he rounded a curve, he turned too sharply and his car slid off the
road. He couldn't have been hurt. Everyone was relieved. After that,
Dick drove us all home.
It was 12.30 when I got home. Nobody was awake. I
started pacing around the kitchen. I was so scared. I didn't know if we
had killed him or not. I turned on the radio and listened to some
music. But when the news came on, I turned it off. You idiot, I
thought. Ken was your friend. Go to his mom or something. Well, I
didn't hit him! It's not my fault! Those other guys … it wasn't my idea
… no! You were in the car. You're responsible, too. Hit and run, hit
and run. I got in my car and drove for a while. Then I started
remembering things Ken used to say.
"I don't know what to do!" I was shouting as I drove. No answer. My mind burned. "Go see Mrs Benjamin, you coward!"
But I couldn't. I just couldn't. When I got home, the lights were on. My mother was in her robe.
"Your friends are here," she said. "I don't think that two o'clock in the morning is the right time to…"
I didn't listen. I just went into the front room.
Dick walked up to me and said real low, "I heard in the radio that he's
not dead. He isn't even hurt bad."
I didn't say anything. I just looked at him.
"No one knows," he went on. "So maybe we can get away with it."
He could see I was getting mad. I could have killed
him. The others stood up and came over. I didn't say a thing. I just
walked out the door, got in the car, and left. It took me a while to
find Ken's house. It was a gray brick, and the lights were on. Maybe it
wasn't gray. I don't know. Everything looked gray. I walked up and rang
the doorbell.
Dennis Kurumada
| DeSoto |
type of car built in 1955 |
| rumble |
rattern |
| rain-soaked |
very wet |
| gonna |
going to |
| gotta |
got to |
| it beats |
it is better than |
| rumble |
rattern |
| crummy |
bad |
| kid |
young person |
| guy |
young man |
| can |
Hintern |
| kinda |
kind of, to some extent |
| nuts |
crazy |
| wanna |
want to |
| chicken out |
kneifen |
| blurred |
verschwommen |
| weave |
schlängeln |
| swerve |
change directions suddenly |
| grab |
greifen |
| squeal |
kreischen |
| slick |
smooth and slippery |
| thud |
dumpfes Geräusch |
| hurl |
throw forcefully |
| mixed up |
confused |
| ya |
you |
| blob |
form into tears |
| jerk |
fool |
| get nailed |
be arrested |
| manslaughter |
Totschlag |
| shiver |
shake from cold or fear |
| lunge |
make a sudden movement forward |
| hit-and-run |
road accident in which the driver does not stop( Fahrerflucht / Unfallflucht) |
| out in the sticks |
in the country, far away from anywhere |
| make his move |
begin to increase speed |
| close |
get nearer |
| robe(AE) |
Morgenmantel |
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Comprehension
Answer the questions on the short story.
- Describe the situation at the beginning of the story.
- What is Phil's idea?
- The narrator doesn't like Phil's idea at all. What is the attitude of the other boys in the car to the narrator?
- How does the accident happen?
- Describe the narrator's feelings directly after the accident.
- What is the narrator's inner conflict when he returns home?
- Why do his friends visit him that late at night?
- How does the narrator solve his inner conflict?
Analysis and discussion
- Could the narrator have prevented the accident? If so, how?
- What do you think of the boys' way of having fun?
- To what extent was the narrator responsible for the accident?
- What can be done about boredom?
- What do you do in your spare time if you are bored?
Structure and style
- What kind of story is this? Think about the way it is told and about the ending.
- List some of the slang expressions and examples of non-standard
language you can find in the text. What is the reason for the way the
characters speak in this story?