To Kill A Mockingbird Journal 4

School started with the same stuff as last year. I can’t read and anything I do is wrong, but at least I could walk home with Jem. From one day, I believe it was a Tuesday; we started to find things in the knothole beside the Radley’s House. We found an old pocketwatch, two dolls that looks like me and Jem, a gum, and a gold medal.  I sat in Jem’s room and looked at the things just after supper today. I wondered who left in the knothole. Jem broke the silence and told me what happened when he went back to get his pants. He said his pants laid on the ground just like if it was waiting for him. The scratches were fixed poorly, but he was sure that the pants were badly ripped. I felt scared.

To Kill A Mockingbird Journal 3

Dill went away this morning :< I felt awkward and sad because he asked me to marry him, which made me awkward, and he went away so fast that makes me sad. I spent most of my time with Miss Maudie in the summer, because we tried to act out Boo’s life, but soon Atticus found out and that was the end of our fun. The day before Dill’s departure, we tried to seek in from the back of the Radley’s house and see what Boo looks like. We successfully sneak in, but a shadow came into our sight just as Jem tried to look into the window. We fled out of the house, but Jem lost his pants in order to escape. He insisted on going back for the pants, but when he came back, he became silent and isolated.

To Kill A Mockingbird Journal 2

School finally ends today, and I just remembered that I hadn’t written anything since last September. Summer is coming, and that means Dill will be here by tomorrow or so. I just don't want the summer goes away, because the school have stressed, especially our teacher Miss Caroline. Jem told me that it will be more fun when I get into higher grades. Atticus always tells me that “you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it,” but I never understood Miss Caroline.

To Kill A Mockingbird Journal 1

My name is Jean Louise Finch, but they all call me Scout. My brother, Jeremy Finch, spend time with me to pass along the boring life in the sleepy Alabama town of Maycomb, and life became unusual but interesting in one summer when Charles Baker Harris, we called him Dill, came to live temporarily with his aunt Miss Rachel Haverford for the summer. Dill, who comes from Meridian, is small at his age, but he has a funny and unique character which makes it very easy to make friend with. We were playing everywhere, and we were trying to see the mysterious man in Maycomb, Boo Radley. Time always travels a lot faster than I expect when I was having unlimited fun, but Dill has to leave, and I felt a little disappointed. As soon as I start back my original life, I found out that school is starting soon. School is always attracting me, but my knowledge of school stops at the courtyard prior when I used Jem’s telescope to see what school is like.

The first day of school was a disaster is the last thing I want to say today. Our teacher, Ms.Caroline, is new to Maycomb and knows nothing about teaching, but Jem told me that it is a new system of teaching. Ms.Caroline has no idea of the families in Maycomb, and even blamed me for knowing how to read. I didn't even learn how to read. Life is unfair.

Sequel of Boys and Girls

I didn’t protest that, even in my heart. Maybe it was true. I didn't talk anymore for the rest of the dinner.

After dinner, I went back to my room. Lying on the bed, I thought about what my father said, and why laird betrayed on me. With so many depressing thoughts and doubts, I felt asleep on my bed.

I was woken by the squeak sound came from the stairs. I slowly opened my eyes and found my mother was beside my bed. She seems to have something weighing heavily on her mind, but she was trying to pretend to be normal.

“Mommy, are you alright?” I asked in a dry sound while trying to sit straight.

“Honey, Can we have a small conversation tomorrow?” She said in a gentle voice, which made me felt very awkward, because she never talked to me like that.

I said, “Sure”, but deep in my heart, I was a little nervous, because today I lied to her about flora had kicked the fence and got away.

                “Good night, have a sweet dream.” My mother said. She went down the stair, and I could hear that my father asked her if I was alright or not. I smiled and closed my eyes, because my father still cared about me.

                I woke early the next morning, feeling hungry; I went down the stair to grab something to eat. When I reach the dining room, I found my father sat on the couch with his Robinson Crusoe. He looked up to me, but he didn't say anything. He implied me to sit down beside him on the couch. My heart was beating rapidly, because he looks more serious than usual.

                “Did you let Flora go?” He asked in a hard voice which made me very nervous and uncomfortable.

                I looked down and said, “Yes dad. Sorry but…”

                “It’s alright,” He pats me on the shoulder. ”you don't need to explain.” He said in a voice just like yesterday when he said I was just a girl. He stood up and walked away. On his way, He turned to me and said, “You can stay in the house today. Your mom has something to talk to you.”

                After I had my breakfast, my mother called me to help her clean up the kitchen. I didn't want to do it, but I didn't deny, because I couldn’t handle to see my father skinned the foxes in the cellar or shoot the horses. I collected all the dishes and put it in the sink. I washed all the dishes with soap water, and I wiped down the table. Even though it is boring, but it is better to see my father slaughter. I was surprised that I would think that clean dishes are better than doing farm work with my father. I smiled and thought that maybe I became more mature.

                “Honey, could you come with me?” my mother called me when I was reading a book.

                “Sure,” I replied, and followed her to her room. I didn't feel very nervous now, because I found that my mother has changed her attitude towards me. She took out a small box from a drawer. The wooden box is old and unique, but always seemed very expensive in a way. She opened the case and there were a pair of gold earrings and a weird key like the one to open a jail gate.

She handed me the case and said, “Honey, this pair of earrings and this case were passed down from your grandmother and grand-grandmother. It only passed down alone the female line when a girl became full-grown.” I was astonished, and she said, “Honey, from today on, you can help me in the house to do housework, and you can go to a church school in the town to become educated. Your father also agreed, He thinks that you are a smart and bright girl. You can handle your roles right?”

“Yes mommy…” I said. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I am going to a school!

“In this world, “She continued, “We have our own roles to do to keep us survived, and keep this fox cycle goes well. From the time when I heard that you couldn't see Flora got killed, I have known that my girl has grown from a child into an adult. Take a great care of your own responsibility, and then our family would be more stable.”

Poem(Thank you)

Thank you,

You teach me to write metaphors.

Thank you,

You help me grow and teach me morals and care for me.

Thank you,

From you, I gained my confidence towards life.

I want to say thank you to you,

But it is too late.

Do you remember that you taught me to write metaphors?

Did you forget that you help me to understand life?

You are my mother, and you will be too

I want to say thank you to you,

But it is too late.

Time changes so as you,

The minute you walk into the chaotic class, I knew something has worn you out.

You songful soul is gone,

So as you

I want to thank you to you for what you have done,

But it is too late.