" To Kill a Mockingbird " Journal Entry from Scout's perspective.

  Hey there, my name is Scout Finch. Originally it’s Jean but I prefer to be called Scout, mainly because growing up I was a tomboy. Anyways  I was born in 1926,, my mother died shortly after. I grew up in Maycomb, Alabama with my father ‘’ Atticus’’ and my older brother who I truly love Jem. Our mother died when I was two years old  so we have a cook to take care of my brother and I since our father is almost never home. Maycomb is not a very productive town nor does it have many employees. It’s suffering from a great depression and it’s almost bankrupt; However my family is not as poor comparing to the others. Thank to our ancestor Simon Finch  who left us a farm and my father who’s a good lawyer. September 1933 was my first day of elementary school . My first year of school overall was a disaster, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Miss Caroline didn’t seem to like me very much and made me learn the alphabets all over again when I can read just perfectly. She was in her early twenties and had just moved into our town, so she doesn’t know a lot about the town and its people. She didn’t know that Walter’s family were extremely poor and that Ewell’s children only showed up the first day of school. I felt sorry for her when she started to break down, but it’ll take some time for me to forgive her for hitting me with the ruler.

To my dearest English teacher Ms.Hanckock

Every morning as I wake up I think of you,

as the hero that came into my life.

More and more you appeared to me when I’m struggling for help.

you bring me much delight.

You taught me to always follow my dreams,

never give up or stay away.

Therefore I’m here to tell you that,

I will forever write metaphors.

I love my mother, but sometimes she is harsh on me

My mother to me is like an office building

she is rigid and strict, never really a joker

she hates fooling around and wasting time

I don’t particularly feel close to her at all times

We humans often feel sadness over occurrences in our lives that we have no control over

And often in those times it’s best to have someone to talk to

but not all of us have that someone

a metaphor is that someone to me

It allows me to express my thoughts and desires

I feel like a locked bird in a dusty, old, depressing cage when i’m not writing metaphors

they are like sense of freedom to me

metaphors oh how much I love metaphors

Life

 

A picture can tell a thousand words, but very few words can change its story. This picture has inspired me to look again at my life and realize: ‘’for what is worth it, it’s never too late or too early to be who you want to be’’ -Eric Roth.  This picture motivated me to take a step towards my future, and how it should be.  Life is life, it never changes weather you like it or not. It’s always doing what its meant to do, and if you like it you will deal with it. So are you, you should always do what you think is right to do. Never get affected by what others think of you. Because if there are people out there who really care about you, they will always be there for you. We all live a life, which we try to give value to. But have you ever taken a moment and thought: am I doing the right thing? Am I doing what is making me happy, and am I fulfilling my destiny? Furthermore this picture has given me the strength to focus on my life right now, and the power to forget my past.

                                                           The Sound of Hollyhocks

Misplaced in a bad place

Just did it to leave the race 

Soon I found out that I was chased

 And in Pinehills placed 

My mind stayed trapped for days 

And that's when I met a head case 

He seemed like a loner in his own wild space

He once said Hollyhocks are funny flowers

So I went insane 

He spoke to me quite often after that

We became good friends and all