On the other hand, Laurie is a kindergartener that made up a kid who was named Charles. He made up Charles so he didn’t get in trouble by his parents for doing all of those things to his teachers, peers, and classmates. You can tell that Laurie is Charles in the story because they both have the same personalities. Laurie said to his dad “Hi, Pop, y’old dust mop’’ which is the way Charles acts. Some…
Shirley Jackson’s story “Charles is a story set in a humorous setting about a child that doesn’t always stay out of trouble at school. Laurie’s mom is telling the story about the experiences of him. Kindergarteners come home all the time with stories about the “bad kid” at school who always gets into trouble, and Laurie is not an exception. Every day, he tells his parents about the trouble a kid named Charles gets into. He tells them that this student punches the teacher, he also told them about how this kid was bouncing a seesaw off a girl’s head, and also he tells them that Charles often uses naughty Language. Laurie’s parents are worried about their son learning in such an environment with such inappropriate influences, but they don’t do…
Shirley Jackson's short story, “Charles” takes place during the 1940’s in a suburban area. Laurie, a kid in kindergarten always talks to his parents about a troublemaker in his class named Charles. Charles would repetitively get in trouble everyday and his parents get worried and suspicious. One lesson of the story is that different people will think of you differently based on your actions.…
The author uses the theme actions, the act of blaming others solves nothing In the story, Laurie always blames his actions and wrong doings on Charles, one of his make-believe classmates. In the story, the author mentions, “Charles hit the teacher because she tried to make him color with red crayons.” This is significant because the author made sure to add that detail so that it can possibly show the reader what Laurie’s personality is like behind the classroom doors. The author had also mentions, “Charles had wants to color with green crayons so he hit the teacher and she spanked him.” As the reader reads into the story, they can get a sense of why Laurie (Charles) does the things that he does to other people. The theme in the story Charles…
We learn from this story that it’s okay to be open. It’s important to have friends because it’s always good to have someone to talk to, help, trust, and play with. This story teaches us how we can be nice to others and to go and make friends, also it teaches us not to leave people out. Like Squeaky I sometimes get nervous trying to talk to someone I’ve never met. However I learned to go up to people and be polite and not to be shy around others. It is important in life to learn about this, and that if you live your life not talking to people and not being friendly, you won’t have any fun. Don’t do what Squeaky did, be open and kind, and don’t build a wall and keep others…
Laurie lied about who Charles was to be able to talk to his parents about something without them knowing that Charles did not exist and the he was the one committing all of the acts that were claimed to be Charles. Laurie had lied about Charles in every scenario that had truly been him, both positive and negative, this means that Laurie had lied to his parents quite a lot, making himself a rather large liar. One of these many instances occurred when “Charles yelled during story hour and hit a boy in the stomach and made him cry.”(347), once again lying about who had really completed those acts. Even so, Laurie’s mother still found out about Charles at the PTA meeting when “ No one mentioned Charles” (349), and after confronting the teacher learned that Charles did not exist and that Laurie had committed all of the misconducts. This reason shows that Laurie is a liar as well as a misbehaving attention seeker and shows how he had…
Williams Elementary School is located just off of interstate 75 and home of the mighty Eagles. From the outside it has the appearance of a typical school with screaming students, rushing parents, and screeching buses. It is made out of boring brown bricks and beige stucco boarding near the top of the building. The inside features a prison-like setup, only with more vibrant colors. There is a double door leading into an office with multiple faculty and staff. In order to actually enter the school, you have to be buzzed in by the round and hyper man at the main desk. Once in the building, you will see that it is shaped like a large square with hallways extending from four sides. The hallways are full of colorful painting of eagles, laminated…
The sadness that comes with saying goodbye to the friends you have spent your whole life with when moving is never easy. Throughout my education, I have moved schools 3 times and every time it has been a struggle to acclimate socially, mentally and academically. I started at Diegueno Middle School in the middle of the seventh grade. This was now my second school in only the first half of my first year of middle school. Again I had to adapt to new people and a different course load. This school had a much higher standard of academia then my prior school and at first, I struggled. School felt alien to me. Time passed and I made new friends and I got used to the difficulty. I started high school with the same group of friends from middle school…
For the past two years, on the 1st Monday of the month I have participated in Site Council meetings at my high school along with other Associated Study Body (ASB) members, our principal, school administrators, parents, and teachers. Frequently it was brought up that minorities were not as involved in our school as majority groups. ASB has always been dominated by white students and as a Latina, I found it very intimidating when I joined.…
After reading this book I have come to know myself better than what I had before. Even though throughout the book I was embarrassed by some of my reactions and answers to the mind boggling riddles that I was so quick to judge on. I would rather know that my hidden biases exist rather than unconsciously pretend that it isn’t there. At least now I can take responsibility for my actions and do what I can to change my hidden bias into a…
When I entered Havre Middle School I changed In many and numerous ways. When all people enter middle school they change, such as maturity, puberty and how they dress. When I entered 6th grade my looks and how I act definitely started to change. Another way i have changed are my dreams for the future. I have realized in the past few years of Havre Middle School.…
We are very fortunate to have an alternative campus in our school district. Shannon High School is for students that have fallen behind in their credits, have dropped out of school and have decided to return to school, or feel like they do not fit in at one of our main traditional campuses. Shannon classes are small, and students have the opportunity to be successful and earn their high school diploma. Tammy Wright is one of the wonderful teachers at Shannon High School. Ms. Wright is a business and marketing teacher at Shannon as well as a school aged parent coordinator on campus. Furthermore, Ms. Wright serves as an advisor to the student organization, DECA. It was a pleasure to sit down with Ms. Wright and ask her a few questions about her…
“Skrt skrt!” The brand new 2003 minivan door slowly slid closed as my mom held my hand. My first day of kindergarten started walking through the rocky terrain up to Jacobson Elementary School on a hot, summer morning. Prepared with my lunch box full of goodies and plaid backpack weighing me down, I walked through the gates to the kindergarten playground. My mom helped me find the girl I met on “Meet the Teacher Night” and stayed close by as we played in the ant-infested, wood chip playground. Then suddenly, in the middle of making a wood chip pancake, the bell rang as if it was taunting me, I knew what was about to happen and so did my mother as I watched her face droop more and more as the bell rang it’s three chimes. My mom walked with me to the wall my teacher designated as the wall to line up on. My hand started to constrict around my mother’s as we approached the wall, as we got closer my knuckles began to turn white. My teacher, Mrs. Priest, announced it was time for the parents to leave.…
Middle School. My first steps into the “North Building” and I was terrified. There was moisture in the air and the carpets were moist from being freshly shampooed. It almost smelled like a new house, even though that building was as old as Abraham Lincoln if he were still alive.…
I was the kind of guy who always strove in order to get the highest grades but yet hadn’t decided what to do in the future. I wasn’t worried, I knew someday I would find something in what I was good at. I got to live with that thought for some time until I got to attend middle school, where I stopped worrying about my grades and managed only to pass the subjects. I spent most of my time sleeping due to the frustration of not knowing what to do in the future. Most of my middle school experience was tasteless. I hadn’t friends at all, and teachers used to discourage their students about their future. “You're not going to college, you’ll not be able to do it because you’re poor” used to say, Mrs. Vazquez, the math teacher who instead of giving her class, talked on how much his son had accomplished in college and how we would not be able to attend. That was about to change.…