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perfume, the last present my father gave her   had known me all my life, touching my   1
                before he disappeared into memory. Because I   shoulder, cupping her hand under my chin. She   CLOSE READING  chapter 1
    Section 1    page-turner? But the way the author tells the story and the ideas the story explores   trimmed with thin lines of black and white   my mother tells her that we live at 1227 New   Section 1  /  Elements of Fiction  This is a good place to use a Says-Does-How
 hen someone asks us about a short story, novel, or play, we usually describe it
                cannot smell it, I have only her word that the
                                                 is enveloped in a perfume that I only know is
   Wby retelling the plot in our own words. After all, who doesn’t enjoy a good
                                                 not gardenia. When, in answer to her question,
                perfume is there. I am also wearing yellow socks
                                                                                            activity. Ask students to fold a sheet of
 are often just as important as what happens in it. In these stories, events may occur
                around the tops. My shoes are my greatest joy,
                                                 Jersey Avenue, the woman first seems to be
                                                                                            paper to form three columns: Column 1 will
 because of internal conflicts within a character or external conflicts between characters
                black patent-leather miracles, and when one is
                                                 picturing in her head where we live. Then she
                                                                                            contain the sentence “My shoes are my
 or between a character and other forces, such as those found in nature. Particular
                nicked at the toe later that morning in class, my
                                                 shakes her head and says that we are at the
                                                                                            greatest joy, black patent-leather  miracles,
 settings also influence both events and conflicts in different ways. As readers, we pick
                                                 Walker-Jones.
                  I am carrying a pencil, a pencil sharpener,
 up on all of these details to help us understand characters’ relationships with each
                                                                                            that morning in class, my heart will break”
                and a small ten-cent tablet with a black-and-
                                                   My mother shakes her head vigorously.
 other and with the environment around them. We also experience the story’s characters,   heart will break.  wrong school, that we should be at   5  and when one is nicked at the toe later
                                                                                            from the end of the first paragraph on p. 3.
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 setting, and plot through a narrator’s point of view, and both the narrator and the   white speckled cover. My mother does not   “I want her to go here,” my mother says. “If I’da   Column 2 is where they will write infor-
 characters within the story have their own perspectives and understanding of the world   believe that a girl in kindergarten needs such   wanted her someplace else, I’da took her there.”   mation about the daughter based on the
 around them.    things, so I am taking them only because of my   The woman continues to act as if she has known   details from this sentence, and column 3
                insistent whining and because they are   me all my life, but she tells my mother that we   is where they will interpret and explain
                presents from our neighbors, Mary Keith and   live beyond the area that Seaton serves. My   what the information in the second column
    Elements of Fiction    Blondelle Harris. Miss Mary and Miss Blondelle   mother is not convinced and for several more   reveals about the daughter. Once students
                are watching my two younger sisters until my   minutes she questions the woman about why I   have completed the graphic organizer,
   By studying how these literary elements work individually and together, we begin to   mother returns. The women are as precious to   cannot attend Seaton. For as many Sundays as I   have them share their work with a partner.
 understand how they shape readers’ interpretations of a story’s meaning. To explore   me as my mother and sisters. Out playing one   can remember, perhaps even Sundays when I   Then engage the class in a whole-group
 these elements, let’s take a look at the short story “The First Day” by Edward P. Jones.   day, I have overheard an older child, speaking   was in her womb, my mother has pointed across   discussion of their findings.
 As you read, notice the ways the characters respond to the changes in the setting, think   to another child, call Miss Mary and Miss   I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt.   TRM  Graphic Organizer
 about how the plot introduces and resolves the conflicts characters experience, and   Blondelle a word that is brand new to me. This   Carmel. “You gonna go there and learn about
 consider the narrator’s role in the story.   is my mother: When I say the word in fun to   the whole world.” But one of the guardians of   A graphic organizer for this activity can be
                one of my sisters, my mother slaps me across   that place is saying no, and no again. I am   found in the Teacher’s Resource Materials.
                the mouth and the word is lost for years and   learning this about my mother: The higher up
                years.                           on the scale of respectability a person is — and
       The First Day     All the way down New Jersey Avenue, the   teachers are rather high up in her eyes — the less
                sidewalks are teeming with children. In my   she is liable to let them push her around. But
       Edward P. Jones
                neighborhood, I have many friends, but I see   finally, I see in her eyes the closing gate, and she
   On an otherwise unremarkable September   now and I will reach for it time and time again   none of them as my mother and I walk. We cross   takes my hand and we leave the building. On the
 morning, long before I learned to be ashamed of   before the morning ends. All the plaits, each   New York Avenue, we cross Pierce Street, and we   steps, she stops as people move past us on either
 my mother, she takes my hand and we set off   with a blue barrette near the tip and each   cross L and K, and still I see no one who knows   side.
 down New Jersey Avenue to begin my very first   twisted into an uncommon sturdiness, will last   my name. At I Street, between New Jersey   “Mama, I can’t go to school?”
 day of school. I am wearing a checkeredlike   until I go to bed that night, something that has   Avenue and Third Street, we enter Seaton   She says nothing at first, then takes my hand   BUILDING CONTEXT
 blue-and-green cotton dress, and scattered   never happened before. My stomach is full of   Elementary School, a timeworn, sad-faced   again and we are down the steps quickly and
 about these colors are bits of yellow and white   milk and oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar.   building across the street from my mother’s   nearing New Jersey Avenue before I can blink.   It may be helpful to ensure that students
 and brown. My mother has uncharacteristically   Like everything else I have on, my pale green   church, Mt. Carmel Baptist.  This is my mother: She says, “One monkey don’t   can visualize what Jones is  referencing
 spent nearly an hour on my hair that morning,   slip and underwear are new, the underwear   Just inside the front door, women out of the   stop no show.”  when the narrator mentions Ebony
 plaiting and replaiting so that now my scalp   having come three to a plastic package with a   advertisements in Ebony are greeting other   Walker-Jones is a larger, newer school and I     magazine in paragraphs 4 and 19. You
 tingles. Whenever I turn my head quickly, my   little girl on the front who appears to be dancing.   parents and children. The woman who greets   immediately like it because of that. But it is not   might want to ask students to search online
 nose fills with the faint smell of Dixie Peach hair   Behind my ears, my mother, to stop my whining,   us has pearls thick as jumbo marbles that come   across the street from my mother’s church, her   for Ebony magazine advertisements from
 grease. The smell is somehow a soothing one   has dabbed the stingiest bit of her gardenia   down almost to her navel, and she acts as if she   rock, one of her connections to God, and I sense   the 1950s and 1960s (when the story takes
                                                                                            place) and, in small groups, discuss what
                                                                                            these ads convey that might be so alluring
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                                                                                            to this child.
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                    In small groups, ask students to consider
                    how the daughter’s point of view about the
                    characterization of her mother can be found
                    in the syntactical structure of the  following
                    lines — “This is my mother:” (pars. 2, 7, and
                    20) and “I am learning this about my mother:”
                    (par. 5). Ask student representatives from
                    each small group to share their observations
                    with the whole class.







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