Journal: 7
Choice B: Tell how the following characters respond to the jury's verdict: Jem, Aunt Alexandra, Dill, Miss Maudie, Bob Ewell.
Jem: When the Jury's verdicts were being read Jem felt defeated. He knew that it was not right and he felt sad for Tom Robinson. The fact that wight men could not put aside race as irrelevant and reach a decision based on facts and what is right was and is disturbing. They were all prejudice as far a he was concerned. Children I think have better judgment then these adults. If you had put Tom Robinson on trial with a jury of children that did not rely on their parents opinions, I think that you would have found that Tom Robinson would have gone free.
Aunt Alexandra: When they all got home from the courthouse Aunt Alexandra told Atticus that she was sorry that he had lost and asked if Jem was alright. Then she perused to attempt to tell Atticus that he should not have let the children go.
Dill: Dill was in favor of Tom Robinson as well. He defended him against his Aunt Rachel. She had said that “If a man like Atticus Finch decides to but his head against a stone wall it's his head.” To this Dill told her what he thought on the matter. Put her in her place, is what I think he meant.
Miss Maudie: Miss Maudie showed that in her opinion she thought that nothing had changed. She did this by given Jem a big slice of cake and Scout and Dill each a small cake of their own. She told them that their father was a good man and that he was one of the men called on to do the predicaments in life. When Jem was calling the people in town frauds/hypocrites about helping Tom in his time of need, she gave him examples of why he was mistaken and that people really did care.
Bob Ewell: We did not find out what Bob Ewell's reaction was. We did however find out what his reaction was to Atticus's accusations. He cussed out Atticus and spit in his face. He was not stealthy about it ether. I take it from this that he was unhappy about Atticus lowering his blood status.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
TKAM 6
Journal:6
Chapters: 15-17
Prompt: B
I feel that I am a mix between a lot of the characters. I related to Scout in some ways and in other ways I relate to Jem or Atticus. Sometimes I even feel connected to Dill or other characters. I love a book when I can relate to the characters and their actions.
I feel more like a tom boy. If I was not raised so well I most likely would get into fights a lot, just like Scout. Instead I was taught to 1) Ignore whoever is bothering me and walk away or 2) Put them in their place by using words and then walk away. I think that in this way I am more like Jem or Atticus. Jem will break at some points, but so will most people. They both help others keep calm. This is another trait that I relate too. Some times it is helping a sibling and some times it is friends or acquaintances.
Even though I am a lot older then Scout or Jem I feel that I was mostly the same at their ages as well. I can also relate to some of the fights in the book. When Scout was rubbing Walter Cunningham's face in the dirt, for instance. I would be more like Jem at that time. I was running with a friend and some kid came up and started saying mean things to her. I told him to back off and I put him back in his place. At the time I was in 1st grade and was only six years old. Even though this was my friend not a sibling, I feel that it had the same meaning.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
TKAM 5
Journal #5
Chapters: 13-15
Perspective: Scout
Dear Journal,
I found Dill under my bed. I thought he was a snake and called Jem in. He used a broom to sweep under the bed and Dill came out. I don't understand why he did not just say something. He was so dirty. He had stolen his mum's money and used all 13 dollars of it to buy a train ticket. Then he walked the rest of the way and waited under my bed for two hours. Jem went and told Atticus on him, but Atticus said that he could stay over the night. We fed him lots because he was hungry. He had not eaten since the night before because he had no money left. In the night Dill came and slept in my room.
The next night Atticus left the house early in his car. Jem decided to go out after him. I persisted and he let me come along. We woke Dill who had gone back to sleeping next door and headed into town. We found Atticus's car and soon found him. He was reading on a chair in front of the jail. Then some cars zoomed around the corner and came to a stop. I wanted to go to Atticus but Jem held me back. People stepped out of their cars and walked up to Atticus. They told him to get out of the way. I did not understand. I ran up to Atticus through the crowd. I was to fast for Jem and Dill. They came up behind me but I was already through to Atticus. He told Jem to take Dill and I home. Jem refused. Atticuse told him more sternly. Jem still refused. I looked around at the people. I only found one familiar face.
“Hi Mr. Cunningham. Do you remember me? I go to school with your son Walter. Mr. Cunningham?” I was getting nervous. Everyone was staring at me.
“Ok, boys. Lets get going,” Mr. Cunning ham said. Then he crouched down to my level and said, “Yes I remember you. I'll tell Walter you said hi.” I smiled up at him as he turned to go.
-Scout
Chapters: 13-15
Perspective: Scout
Dear Journal,
I found Dill under my bed. I thought he was a snake and called Jem in. He used a broom to sweep under the bed and Dill came out. I don't understand why he did not just say something. He was so dirty. He had stolen his mum's money and used all 13 dollars of it to buy a train ticket. Then he walked the rest of the way and waited under my bed for two hours. Jem went and told Atticus on him, but Atticus said that he could stay over the night. We fed him lots because he was hungry. He had not eaten since the night before because he had no money left. In the night Dill came and slept in my room.
The next night Atticus left the house early in his car. Jem decided to go out after him. I persisted and he let me come along. We woke Dill who had gone back to sleeping next door and headed into town. We found Atticus's car and soon found him. He was reading on a chair in front of the jail. Then some cars zoomed around the corner and came to a stop. I wanted to go to Atticus but Jem held me back. People stepped out of their cars and walked up to Atticus. They told him to get out of the way. I did not understand. I ran up to Atticus through the crowd. I was to fast for Jem and Dill. They came up behind me but I was already through to Atticus. He told Jem to take Dill and I home. Jem refused. Atticuse told him more sternly. Jem still refused. I looked around at the people. I only found one familiar face.
“Hi Mr. Cunningham. Do you remember me? I go to school with your son Walter. Mr. Cunningham?” I was getting nervous. Everyone was staring at me.
“Ok, boys. Lets get going,” Mr. Cunning ham said. Then he crouched down to my level and said, “Yes I remember you. I'll tell Walter you said hi.” I smiled up at him as he turned to go.
-Scout
Thursday, May 13, 2010
TKAM 4
Example:
Journal #4
Chapters 10-11
Perspective of: Scout
I wrote this how I think that Scout would say it. Please pardon my improper grammar.
It was right after Jem's twelfth birthday and we were walking into town to use up the money that he had got. Ms. Dubose was out on her front porch as usual and saw us walking along. She yelled down at us something like “How's that nigger loving father of yours?” Jem stood proud and told her that he was doing fine. We kept on walkin all the way into town. Jem bought himself a toy train and me a baton. I was so thrilled I did not even notice how close to Ms. Dubose's house we were. It also helped that she was not outside any more and was not yellin at us about our father bein a “nigger lover.”
Suddenly Jem grabbed my baton and ran up Ms. Dubose's front steps. He used my baton to knock off all of the flower buds on her plants. Then still screamin like a madman he broke my baton in too. By then I was so startled and scared and sad that I was bawlin my head off. He ran back down the steps and started yankin out all of my hair, tellin me to shut up. He pushed me down then picked me back up lookin like he was sorry. We walked back home in silence.
When Atticus got home he had my broken baton in one and and a rose bud in another. “Did you so this Jeremy Finch?” Jem reckoned he did. After a long talk with Atticus about why and not to let her bug him and whatnot. Then he made Jem go and apologize to her.
I was so scared for Jem. Ms. Dubose was gonna shoot him and Atticus did not even care. It seemed like hours before he came back. Jem said that he had to go and read to her for an entire month and clean up her flowers. I promised myself then and there that I was going to go and sit with him wile he read to Ms. Dubose every day.
We went to her house day after day. Jem readin. Me watchin. She was a creepy old lady. This close up you could see all of her liver spots and watch the saliva drool out of her mouth. About halfway through each sestion she seemed to stop listnin. Once the timer on the mantle rang her maid/house keeper would shoo us out. Then they would come back and start all over again the next day.
Even after the month was up she had us come for another week. We were so thrilled, when she finally dismissed us. A week later she died. Atticus came back from her house with a candy box for Jem. But when he opened it instead of bein candy there was just a bloomed rose. Jem freaked out, yellin about how she would never just leave him alone. And that was the last of Ms. Dubose.
Journal #4
Chapters 10-11
Perspective of: Scout
I wrote this how I think that Scout would say it. Please pardon my improper grammar.
It was right after Jem's twelfth birthday and we were walking into town to use up the money that he had got. Ms. Dubose was out on her front porch as usual and saw us walking along. She yelled down at us something like “How's that nigger loving father of yours?” Jem stood proud and told her that he was doing fine. We kept on walkin all the way into town. Jem bought himself a toy train and me a baton. I was so thrilled I did not even notice how close to Ms. Dubose's house we were. It also helped that she was not outside any more and was not yellin at us about our father bein a “nigger lover.”
Suddenly Jem grabbed my baton and ran up Ms. Dubose's front steps. He used my baton to knock off all of the flower buds on her plants. Then still screamin like a madman he broke my baton in too. By then I was so startled and scared and sad that I was bawlin my head off. He ran back down the steps and started yankin out all of my hair, tellin me to shut up. He pushed me down then picked me back up lookin like he was sorry. We walked back home in silence.
When Atticus got home he had my broken baton in one and and a rose bud in another. “Did you so this Jeremy Finch?” Jem reckoned he did. After a long talk with Atticus about why and not to let her bug him and whatnot. Then he made Jem go and apologize to her.
I was so scared for Jem. Ms. Dubose was gonna shoot him and Atticus did not even care. It seemed like hours before he came back. Jem said that he had to go and read to her for an entire month and clean up her flowers. I promised myself then and there that I was going to go and sit with him wile he read to Ms. Dubose every day.
We went to her house day after day. Jem readin. Me watchin. She was a creepy old lady. This close up you could see all of her liver spots and watch the saliva drool out of her mouth. About halfway through each sestion she seemed to stop listnin. Once the timer on the mantle rang her maid/house keeper would shoo us out. Then they would come back and start all over again the next day.
Even after the month was up she had us come for another week. We were so thrilled, when she finally dismissed us. A week later she died. Atticus came back from her house with a candy box for Jem. But when he opened it instead of bein candy there was just a bloomed rose. Jem freaked out, yellin about how she would never just leave him alone. And that was the last of Ms. Dubose.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
TKAM 3
Example:
Journal #1
Chapters 8-9
Perspective of: Jem
Perspective of: Jem
Dear Diary,
Yesterday and today brought good and bad. Scout and I saw our first snowfall. We were very excited to be acquainted with snow. We made an ingenious snowman out of dirt and snow that looked just like Mr. Avery. To make it slightly less obvious, Atticus had us put Miss Maudie's hat and hedge clippers on it. I thought it was pretty impressive myself, so did Atticus and Scout I think.
Later that night Atticus woke me and told me to get on my robe and coat quickly, then to meet him in Scout's room. Once we were both dressed he rushed us out side. I was perplexed until I saw that Miss Maudie's house was on fire. Atticus was going to help remove her furniture, and told us to stay put in front of the Radley's gate. Soon the fire had spread to our adjacent neighbors house and then to ours. Scout wanted to get our stuff but I told her that Atticus would tell us when it was time.
Mr. Avery was in the second story of Miss Maudie's house, throwing her possessions out the window. Then he almost got stuck in the window climbing out. Three fire trucks were trying to isolate the fire (one being pushed from town due to the cold.) After all of the houses were put out, the fire trucks left and we went home. That is when we discovered that BOO Radley had come to call on Scout. She had a brown blanket draped over her shoulders that had not been there before. Mr. Avery could not have done it because he was helping with Miss Maudie's house.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
TKAM 2
Journal #2
- Chapters 4-7
- Perspective: Jem
WOW! Today was the last day of summer with Dill and I almost got shot by Mr. Nathan. Then I almost got caught by Atticus, when I lost my pants. Dill covered for me by saying that we were playing strip poker – whatever that is. I am sure that I just made no sense what-so-ever so I will start at the beginning.
It was the end of summer vacation and Dill was going to be leaving soon. It was our last night with Dill and we had this fabulous plan. Dill and I were going to get a look at BOO Radley. Scout decided to come along after I accused her of acting like a Girl again. Once we got to the street lamp, I gave Scout one more chance to chicken out but she kept her cool. I was scared that Boo Radley would come and get us , but I was not going to show any fear in front of Dill. Not to mention give Scout the satisfaction.
We crept in the back gate making sure to evade the collards. After what seemed to be an hour, we got to the window with the broken shade. I was the tallest and I was still a few inches short. So Scout and I lifted up Dill. All that he said he saw was darkness and a light in the distance. I was determined to prove to the others that I was not scared of the Radley place, so I decided to go up the stairs to the back porch.
The first step creaked, so I skipped the rest and just jumped onto the porch. I teetered there for a long wile to make sure that no one had heard me. Then I crawled to the window and peaked in. Before I could figure out what was inside I heard one of the others take in a long breath. Then a shadow fell over me and I tried to hide curled up in a ball. The shadow went away again and I hurried down the steps. We did not have to quibble to come to an unanimous decision. We ran out the gate and through two rows of collards.
I was so scared, but maybe whoever it was had not seen us. Who was I kidding? We were in plain sight.
I lifted the fence for Dill and Scout. Then I hurried under, only my pants got caught on the fence. I was so scared and was in such a hurry that I just kicked off my pants and ran to the oaks in my shorts. We ran back the way that we had come and after we had caught our breath we walked out front. A huge group of people had gathered out front of the Radley place. Miss Maudie told us that Mr. Radley shot over a negro in his collard patch. Then he announced with much tyranny that next time he would not aim high.
Then Atticus came over and asked where Jem's pants were. That's when Dill stepped in with his strip poker excuse. Ms. Rachel got mad at Dill, but I got off safe. Later that night I went back out to get my pants, despite Scout's warning and threats. I got back alright without Atticus knowing, but I was scared out of my mind and would think more than twice before doing something like that again.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
TKAM 1
Journal #1
Chapters 1-3
Perspective of Mrs. Caroline
Chapter 3
I came into my first grade class room on the first day of school to find a lovely assortment of young minds. Some were dirty, some were clean, one boy had no shoes, but they all looked ready too learn. I started the class by reading them a childrens story about sweet little cats. Then we went on to the alphabet. I was amazed by how many of the kids already knew what they were. I called upon Scout whom I had met the week before. To see what level she was on I had her start to read the book My First Reader then parts of the stock market quotes in The Mobile Register. It was obvious that her father must have taught her to read. This was going to make my job so much harder.
I would have to first brake her of her bad habits. Then I would have to teach her all over again. I had to ask her to tell her father to stop teaching her. That was my job of course. If the parents taught them everything they would not be coming to school every day. And if they did not come to school every day I would not get payed and that would be bad, very bad. The the poor darling started going on about how her father did not teach her anything and that she was born a bullfinch reader, or something like that. I had to put her strait. You can't just let things like this go or they will grow too strong to fix. After Scout went back to her seat I started the next lesson. Then the children went out to recess to burn off some steam.
After recess I started teaching the class how to read simple words like: “the”, “cat”, “man”, “you”, and “rat”. I noticed that scout was not paying attention and so I went to get back her attention. I found her writing a letter to someone. I had to re-insist that her father should not be teaching her these things and to try to forget them so that we could start anew. She was starting to frustrate me and that was bothering. Instead of pursuing this problem I asked the kids about lunch arrangements. Some of the kids went home to eat and others brought out their lunch pales. There was one little boy though that did not have any lunch but was not going home to eat.
I asked him if he had forgotten his lunch, but he just mumbled. I got out a quarter from my purse and told him to come get the quarter and buy something for lunch and that he could pay me back tomorrow. He just shook his head and said “No thank you Ma'am”. When I asked him again Scout stood up and stated that he was a Cunningham then sat back down as though that made everything clear. I was shocked at her tone. Just because his last name is Cunningham, that does not mean that he can not take a quarter for lunch. When I asked her what she meant, she just stated once again that Walter was a Cunningham. I did not see what that had to do with anything. Then she went on to criticism this boy's family. Stating that he was poor and never took things that he could not repay. Then she continued to tell me that I was shaming Walter because he could not repay me in quarters or in firewood. This girl irked me and was going to need some straitening out, I could see.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the front of the classroom, told her to put out her hand and proceeded to slap it with a ruler. I felt like I had condescended to the level of the children, but I could not let this go unpunished. Then I made sure that she staid in a corner until lunch time. The children laughed at her, but she still did not seem to understand her wrong doing. Then to make everything a little worse, Miss. Blount came to advise me on controlling my class. Finally it was lunch time and the children left for home or the playground. I put my head in my hands. This was going to be harder then I thought.
Chapter 4
After lunch we returned to class and as I was walking through the desks looking at the students I saw this thing crawling in and out of a boys hair. I screamed, right there in the middle of class. The kids came rushing up to see what was wrong. They must have thought it was a rat because they asked me which way it went. I asked what the thing in the boys hair was and the children told me that it was called a cootie. One of the kids brought me some water wile another got the cootie out of the boy's hair. I had to insist that he should go home and wash. When he asked me what for, I told him to get rid of them cooties. I found him a remedy in a book I had. Then I asked him to come back tomorrow nice and clean.
One of the kids made a pronouncement just like Scout had, that he was a Ewell. Apparently all of the Ewells in the school come to school for the first day and then they leave. The kids told me that he was a bad boy and that I should just let him go home. After one of the kids threatened to kill him, he left the class. It seemed like a silent compromise between the two. Ewell would leave and nobody would get hurt. When he was far down the hall he called me a bunch of nasty names and ran off. It was the first day of school and more bad things had happened to me then in my entire teaching carer. I could not help it. Right there in front of all the kids I broke down and cried until I had run dry. Then I read the kids another story and dismissed them for the day. This town and these kids are very eccentric.
Chapters 1-3
Perspective of Mrs. Caroline
Chapter 3
I came into my first grade class room on the first day of school to find a lovely assortment of young minds. Some were dirty, some were clean, one boy had no shoes, but they all looked ready too learn. I started the class by reading them a childrens story about sweet little cats. Then we went on to the alphabet. I was amazed by how many of the kids already knew what they were. I called upon Scout whom I had met the week before. To see what level she was on I had her start to read the book My First Reader then parts of the stock market quotes in The Mobile Register. It was obvious that her father must have taught her to read. This was going to make my job so much harder.
I would have to first brake her of her bad habits. Then I would have to teach her all over again. I had to ask her to tell her father to stop teaching her. That was my job of course. If the parents taught them everything they would not be coming to school every day. And if they did not come to school every day I would not get payed and that would be bad, very bad. The the poor darling started going on about how her father did not teach her anything and that she was born a bullfinch reader, or something like that. I had to put her strait. You can't just let things like this go or they will grow too strong to fix. After Scout went back to her seat I started the next lesson. Then the children went out to recess to burn off some steam.
After recess I started teaching the class how to read simple words like: “the”, “cat”, “man”, “you”, and “rat”. I noticed that scout was not paying attention and so I went to get back her attention. I found her writing a letter to someone. I had to re-insist that her father should not be teaching her these things and to try to forget them so that we could start anew. She was starting to frustrate me and that was bothering. Instead of pursuing this problem I asked the kids about lunch arrangements. Some of the kids went home to eat and others brought out their lunch pales. There was one little boy though that did not have any lunch but was not going home to eat.
I asked him if he had forgotten his lunch, but he just mumbled. I got out a quarter from my purse and told him to come get the quarter and buy something for lunch and that he could pay me back tomorrow. He just shook his head and said “No thank you Ma'am”. When I asked him again Scout stood up and stated that he was a Cunningham then sat back down as though that made everything clear. I was shocked at her tone. Just because his last name is Cunningham, that does not mean that he can not take a quarter for lunch. When I asked her what she meant, she just stated once again that Walter was a Cunningham. I did not see what that had to do with anything. Then she went on to criticism this boy's family. Stating that he was poor and never took things that he could not repay. Then she continued to tell me that I was shaming Walter because he could not repay me in quarters or in firewood. This girl irked me and was going to need some straitening out, I could see.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the front of the classroom, told her to put out her hand and proceeded to slap it with a ruler. I felt like I had condescended to the level of the children, but I could not let this go unpunished. Then I made sure that she staid in a corner until lunch time. The children laughed at her, but she still did not seem to understand her wrong doing. Then to make everything a little worse, Miss. Blount came to advise me on controlling my class. Finally it was lunch time and the children left for home or the playground. I put my head in my hands. This was going to be harder then I thought.
Chapter 4
After lunch we returned to class and as I was walking through the desks looking at the students I saw this thing crawling in and out of a boys hair. I screamed, right there in the middle of class. The kids came rushing up to see what was wrong. They must have thought it was a rat because they asked me which way it went. I asked what the thing in the boys hair was and the children told me that it was called a cootie. One of the kids brought me some water wile another got the cootie out of the boy's hair. I had to insist that he should go home and wash. When he asked me what for, I told him to get rid of them cooties. I found him a remedy in a book I had. Then I asked him to come back tomorrow nice and clean.
One of the kids made a pronouncement just like Scout had, that he was a Ewell. Apparently all of the Ewells in the school come to school for the first day and then they leave. The kids told me that he was a bad boy and that I should just let him go home. After one of the kids threatened to kill him, he left the class. It seemed like a silent compromise between the two. Ewell would leave and nobody would get hurt. When he was far down the hall he called me a bunch of nasty names and ran off. It was the first day of school and more bad things had happened to me then in my entire teaching carer. I could not help it. Right there in front of all the kids I broke down and cried until I had run dry. Then I read the kids another story and dismissed them for the day. This town and these kids are very eccentric.
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