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What causes seasons to change? And if you fire a bullet from a gun and drop one from your hand, which bullet hits the ground first? In a pinch we almost always get these questions wrong. Worse, we regularly misconstrue fundamental qualities of the world around us. In Scienceblind, cognitive and developmental psychologist Andrew Shtulman shows that the root of our misconceptions lies in the theories about the world we develop as children.

They're not only wrong, they close our minds to ideas inconsistent with them, making us unable to learn science later in life. So how do we get the world right? We must dismantle our intuitive theories and rebuild our knowledge from its foundations. The reward won't just be a truer picture of the world, but clearer solutions to many controversies-around vaccines, climate change, or evolution-that plague our politics today. The guides are broken down by scene or chapter to complement the text they accompany.

These guides provide a clear list of questions for every stage of teaching the text. Classroom Questions guides contain both closed and open questions, exploring student response, opinion and analysis. There are also questions, divided by chapter, to keep students engaged and actively thinking about the novel. The thesis focuses on taboo topics in Stephen Chbosky's novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower, such as alcohol, drugs, sex, teenage pregnancy, abortion, homosexuality, violence, offensive language and child abuse.

The realistic portrayal of these controversial topics led to complaints from parents - namely, that the novel's content is unsuitable for their children. The novel was challenged and banned repeatedly from schools and libraries in America, which means that it was no longer available for students to read. Some call this prohibition of the novel within schools censorship, which has sparked much debate on whether one individual complaining about a book has the right to determine what all students can or cannot read in school.

This thesis takes into account and analyses opinions of parents, teachers, teenagers, the author of the novel Stephen Chbosky and some organisations involved in the fight for or against the banning of the novel. Since The Perks of Being a Wallflower is not as well-known in Slovenia as it is in America, Andrej Predin's novel Na zeleno vejo is referred to in order to see how people in Slovenia reacted to a similarly controversial novel.

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I wish Helen could have understood that. I think your mother did Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle. But this Thanksgiving was different.

The whole family was gathered around the TV, even my great aunts, who never watch football. It was a mixture of all things. My one cousin works in a gas station. And my other cousin has been out of work for two years since he injured his hand. And my other cousin has been wanting to go back to college for around seven years. And my dad said once that they were very jealous of my brother because he had a shot in life and was actually doing something about it.

But in that moment when my brother took the field, all that washed away, and everyone was proud. At one point, my brother made a very big play on third down, and everyone cheered even though some of us had already seen the game before. I looked up at my dad, and he was smiling. My great aunts and my cousins and their children and everyone were also smiling. Even my sister.

My grandfather and I. My grandfather was crying. The kind of crying that is quiet and a secret. The kind of crying that only I noticed. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister.

Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill. I was just quiet, and I watched him. When the game was over and dinner was finished, everyone said what they were thankful for.

A lot of it had to do with my brother or family or children or God. And everyone meant it when they said it regardless of what would happen tomorrow. Some looked angry. My mom was nervous about what her dad would do.

Only one person at the table said anything. It was my great aunt, the one who usually locks herself in the bathroom. When we were all getting ready to leave, I walked up to my grandfather and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He wiped my lip print off with his palm and gave me a look. I never got to do that with my Aunt Helen. Then, at the end, you have a party, and all the people reveal who they really are as they give their last presents. Sam started doing this with her group of friends three years ago. And supposedly the party at the end is always the best of the year.

It happens the night after our last day of school before the break. I got Patrick. The first present is going to be a mix tape. I just know that it should. I already have the songs picked and a theme. The 36 first side has a lot of songs by the Village People and Blondie because Patrick likes that type of music a lot. But the second side is the one I like the most. It has winter kind of songs. Asleep by the Smiths again! I spent all night working on it, and I hope Patrick likes it as much as I do.

Especially the second side. I hope it can be that for him. I had an amazing feeling when I finally held the tape in my hand. I just thought to myself that in the palm of my hand, there was this one tape that had all of these memories and feelings and great joy and sadness.

Right there in the palm of my hand. And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs.

And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote thosef songs are happy. Incidentally, I have not told you about Bill in a while. I am starting to see a real trend in the kind of books Bill gives me to read.

And just like the tape of songs, it is amazing to hold each of them in the palm of my hand. They are all my favorites. All of them. Love always, Charlie December 11, Dear friend, Patrick loved the tape! He also knows what my handwriting looks like. I really should have saved it for my last 37 present. Incidentally, I have thought of my second gift for Patrick. It is magnetic poetry. Have you heard of this? Some guy or girl put a whole bunch of words on a sheet of magnet and then cut the words into separate pieces.

You put them on your refrigerator, and then you write poems while you make a sandwich. That makes me sad. I bet you anything that Mary Elizabeth is my Secret Santa because only she would give me socks. I was told by a typed note to wear everything I had been given to the party.

I hope there is something behind this. The good news is that Patrick liked all my gifts very much. Gift number three was a set of watercolor paints and some paper. I thought he might like to get them even if he never uses them.

Gift number four was a harmonica and a book about playing it. My last gift before the party is a book called The Mayor of Castro Street. It is about a man named Harvey Milk, who was a gay leader in San Francisco. I found an article about a documentary movie about Harvey Milk. I have not read it myself, but the description on the book seemed very good. I hope that it means something to Patrick. Love always, Charlie December 21, Dear friend, Wow. I can paint the picture for you if you like.

It was a rich house. Very clean. And we were all giving our 38 final presents. The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better. They were so nice. Sam said she used to be an actress when she was younger. He is also a very good cook. A lot of parents make you feel very awkward when you meet them. They were friendly all through dinner, and when dinner was over, they left so we could have our party.

They just let us pretend it was our house. Then, everyone asked what my last gift was, and I told them it was a poem I read a long time ago.

It was a poem that Michael made a copy of for me. But I know that I want to know him or her. I want to know that this person is okay. So, everyone asked me to stand up and read the poem.

And I was warm. So, I stood up, and just before I read this poem, I asked everyone if they knew who wrote it to please tell me. When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there.

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. I can tell you that. As the songs kept playing, Mary Elizabeth stood up. She was the Secret Santa to the other girl with the tattoo and belly button ring, whose real name is Alice. She gave her some black nail polish that Alice had had her eye on.

And Alice was very grateful. I just sat there, looking around the room. Looking for the suit coat. Not knowing who could possibly be holding it. Sam stood up next, and she gave Bob a handcrafted Native American marijuana pipe, which seemed appropriate. More people gave more gifts. And more hugs were exchanged. And finally, it came to the end. No one was left except for Patrick. And he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

And he came out with three tubes of Pringles and a suit coat. And he walked up to me. And he said that all the great writers used to wear suits all the time. Sam and Patrick both agreed I looked handsome. Mary Elizabeth smiled. It really is. The rest of the evening was very special.

Bob gave Patrick an eighth of marijuana with a Christmas card attached. He even wrapped it. Mary Elizabeth gave Sam earrings. So did Alice. And Sam gave them earrings, too. I think that is a private girl thing. I have to admit, I felt a little sad because other than Sam and Patrick, nobody got me a present. But I still felt a little sad. And then it came to my turn. I gave Bob a little plastic tube of soap bubbles because it just seemed to fit his personality.

I guess I was right. He spent the rest of the night blowing bubbles at the ceiling. Next was Alice. I gave her a book by Anne Rice because she is always talking about her. But she thanked me all the same. Next came Mary Elizabeth. I gave her forty dollars inside a card. Then, they all started to look at me funny except for Sam and Patrick. Mary Elizabeth just smiled, and said thanks, and then stopped looking at me in the eye.

Last came Sam. I had been thinking about this present for a long time. I think I thought about this present from the first time I really saw her. Not met her or saw her but the first time I really saw her if you know what I mean. There was a card attached. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person.

I meant beautiful in all ways. So, I was giving it to Sam. Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms. And she kissed my cheek and whispered so nobody could hear.

The other two times were from my mom. But she did get me a present. And for the first time, something nice like that made me smile and not cry. I guess Sam and Patrick went to the same thrift store because their gifts went together. She took me to her room and stood me in front of her dresser, which was covered in a pillowcase with pretty colors. She lifted off the pillowcase, and there I was, standing in my old suit, looking at an old typewriter with a fresh ribbon. Inside the typewriter was a piece of white paper.

I just typed. We just sat there quiet for a moment, and she smiled. And I moved to the typewriter again, and I wrote something. It was so quiet. And she looked very sad. She told me about the first time she was kissed.

She was seven. And she told nobody about it except for Mary Elizabeth and then Patrick a year ago. And she started to cry. And I know that I told you not to think of me that way. But I want to forget all those things for a minute. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud.

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life. That was the poem I read for Patrick. It feels peaceful and right. I even considered not washing my lips like they do on TV, but then I thought it would get too gross.

So, instead I spent today walking around the neighborhood. I even got out my old sled and my old scarf. There is something cozy about that for me. I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled.

There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are 42 going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday.

But for now, sledding is enough. After my Aunt Helen was gone, I went to that place. It got so bad that my mom had to take me to a doctor, and I was held back a grade. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. It happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. It makes me think too much. And I am trying to participate.

And then we are celebrating my birthday. I was born on December Bill gave me one book to read over the break. He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

I read the first twenty pages. I hope Sam and Patrick call on my birthday. It would make me feel much better. The family is still downstairs. I wish we were going back home tonight, but we always sleep over.

And we left this morning after we opened presents. Maybe they called this afternoon. I always get sad when this happens, and I wish Michael were here. And I wish my Aunt Helen were here. I miss my Aunt Helen like this. Much too fast.

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He was going to die because his life insurance money would have taken care of his family. And then an angel comes down and shows him what life would be if he had never been born. How the whole town would have suffered. I thought it might be about that secret boy of hers. I just wanted the movie to be about Uncle Billy because he drank a lot and was fat and lost the money in the first place. It started yesterday at home.

I went shopping with my mom and sister, and my mom was in a bad mood because of parking spaces and lines. She would have to come back herself later. And I felt weird. My brother likes posters of girls and beer cans. My sister likes a haircut gift certificate.

My mom likes old movies and plants. I just wanted to know what to buy my dad because I love him. I want to buy him something. What kind of music does he like? What kind of movies? What kind of anything? My sister decided to buy the sweater on her own. The world of first dates and mixed tapes, family dramas and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and music - when all one requires to feel infinite is that perfect song on that perfect drive. Standing on the fringes of life Charlie has a unique perspective of the world around him, but there comes a time to stop being a wallflower and see what it looks like from the dance floor.

This haunting novel about the dilemma of passivity vs. Charlie's letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating and through Charlie, Stephen Chbosky has created a deeply affecting story that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller coaster days known as growing up.

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