18.10.29【英语美文】语言游戏与孩子内心的丰富隐秘—雪莉•杰克逊《查尔斯》

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了解今日课堂:

儿子劳瑞班里有个同学叫查尔斯,每天回家都要谈及查尔斯在幼儿园的表现,他时而淘气受责罚,时而知错能改,这番诉说令家长既担心又好奇,怕查尔斯带坏自己的孩子,又想了解查尔斯行为变化的原因和家庭教育情况,令劳瑞的母亲急切想见到查尔斯的妈妈,直到有一天幼儿园家长会,机会来了…

Charles By Shirley Jackson

查尔斯(美国) 雪莉•杰克逊


1.    The day my son Laurie started kindergarten he renounced corduroy overalls with bibs and began wearing blue jeans with a belt; I watched him go off the first morning with the older girl next door, seeing clearly that an era of my life was ended, my sweet-voiced nursery-school tot replaced by a long-trousered, swaggering character who forgot to stop at the corner and wave good-bye to me.

2.    He came home the same way, the front door slamming open, his cap on the floor, and the voice suddenly become raucous shouting, “Isn’t anybody here?” At lunch he spoke insolently to his father and spilled his baby sister’s milk. “How was school today?” I asked, elaborately casual. “All right,” he said. “Did you learn anything?” his father asked. Laurie regarded his father coldly. “I didn’t learn nothing,” he said. “Anything,” I said. “Didn’t learn anything”

3.    “The teacher spanked a boy, though,” Laurie said, addressing his bread and butter. “For being fresh,” he added, with his mouth full. “What did he do?” I asked. “Who was it?” Laurie thought. “It was Charles,” he said. “He was fresh. The teacher spanked him and made him stand in a corner. He was awfully fresh.” “What did he do?” I asked again, but Laurie slid off his chair, took a cookie, and left, while his father was still saying, “See here, young man.”

4.    The next day Laurie remarked at lunch, as soon as he sat down, “Well, Charles was bad again today.” He grinned enormously and said, “Today Charles hit the teacher.” “Good heavens,” I said. “I suppose he got spanked again?” “He sure did,” Laurie said. “Why did Charles hit the teacher?” I asked. “Because she tried to make him colour with red crayons,” Laurie said. “Charles wanted to colour with green crayons so he hit the teacher and she spanked him and said nobody play with Charles but everybody did.”

5.    The third day—it was Wednesday of the first week—Charles bounced a see-saw on to the head of a little girl and made her bleed, and the teacher made him stay inside all during recess. Thursday Charles had to stand in a corner during story time because he kept pounding his feet on the floor. Friday Charles was deprived of blackboard privileges because he threw chalk.

6.    “What are they going to do about Charles, do you suppose?” Laurie’s father asked him. Laurie shrugged elaborately. “Throw him out of school, I guess,” he said. Wednesday and Thursday were routine; Charles yelled during story hour and hit a boy in the stomach and made him cry. On Friday Charles stayed after school again and so did all the other children.

7.    With the third week of kindergarten Charles was an institution in our family; the baby was being a Charles when she cried all afternoon; Laurie did a Charles when he filled his wagon full of mud and pulled it through the kitchen; even my husband, when he caught his elbow in the telephone cord and pulled telephone, ashtray, and a bowl of flowers off the table, said, after the first minute, “Looks like Charles.”

8.    During the third and fourth weeks it looked like a reformation in Charles; Laurie reported grimly at lunch on Charles in the third week, “Charles was so good today the teacher gave him an apple.” “What?” I said, and my husband added warily, “You mean Charles?” “Charles,” Laurie said. “He gave the crayons around and he picked up the books afterward and the teacher said he was her helper.” “What happened?” I asked incredulously. “He was her helper, that’s all,” Laurie said, and shrugged.

9.    “Can this be true, about Charles?” I asked my husband that night. “Can something like this happen?” “Wait and see,” my husband said cynically. “When you’ve got a Charles to deal with, this may mean he’s only plotting.” He seemed to be right. Within a week, everything was back to normal and Charles was his usual, terrible self.

10.  “The Parent meeting’s next week,” I told my husband one evening. “I’m going to find Charles’s mother there.” “Ask her what happened to Charles,” my husband said. “I’d like to know.” “I’d like to know myself,” I said.

11.  My husband came to the door with me that evening as I set out for the parent meeting. “Invite her over for a cup of tea after the meeting,” he said. “I want to get a look at her.” “If only she’s there,” I said prayerfully. “She’ll be there,” my husband said. “I don’t see how they could hold a Parent meeting without Charles’s mother.” At the meeting I sat restlessly, scanning each comfortable matronly face, trying to determine which one hid the secret of Charles.

12.  None of them looked to me haggard enough. No one stood up in the meeting and apologized for the way her son had been acting. No one mentioned Charles. After the meeting I identified and sought out Laurie’s kindergarten teacher. She had a plate with a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate cake; I had a plate with a cup of tea and a piece of marshmallow cake.

13.  We manoeuvred up to one another cautiously, and smiled. “I’ve been so anxious to meet you,” I said. “I’m Laurie’s mother.” “We’re all so interested in Laurie,” she said. “Well, he certainly likes kindergarten,” I said. “He talks about it all the time.” “We had a little trouble adjusting, the first week or so,” she said primly, “but now he’s a fine little helper. With occasional lapses, of course.” “Laurie usually adjusts very quickly,” I said. “I suppose sometimes it’s Charles’s influence.” “Charles?” “Yes,” I said, laughing, “you must have your hands full in that kindergarten, with Charles.” “Charles?” she said. “We don’t have any Charles in the kindergarten.” 


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