Thursday, November 28, 2013

Journal of Scout Atticus

My real name is  Jean Louise Finch, but everyone calls me Scout. I have a brother called Jem and my family lives in Maycomb county, Alabama.
(The original site of this picture is here )
Our town is a "tired" town, people were poor and most of us bartered. My family is the Finch family. One of my ancestors---Simon Finch had built a house on the banks of Alabama river. It was called the Finch landings. Now only Atiicus's (my father) sister lives there. I wonder how my life would change if my family lives there now?

One summer morning, when Jem and I were playing in our backyard. Suddenly, we heard a noise from our neighbor's yard, we were suspecting a puppy but instead we met a boy called Dill. He lives with his mother in Meridian, Mississipi. I asked where is his father, but he did not answer. I wonder does he have the same situation as mine? My mother had died from a heart attack when I was only two, I did not have much memory of her, but Jem has. And I learned not to bother him when he is thinking of her. What kind of person was she?

We made friends with Dill and played together for the whole summer. We acted as characters in the movies which Dill describes to us. Until one day, Dill started to have an idea to make Boo Radely come out. He once bet that Jem is too scared to touch Radely's house. Even though Jem did go into their yard and touched the house, I bet that he was very scared in his heart. He just did not want to admit that he's scared in front of Dill.

Dill is a very good friend and I miss him a lot, I can't wait until next summer when he comes.

Summer had ended and now school has started. Jem was responsible to take me to school. On our way to school, he explained that life in school is different. He explained that he will be in fifth grade and I'll be in first---In short, I was to leave him alone. I wish I would know why as I learn at school.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Awoken

(A poetic response to the short story "The Metaphor", by Budge Wilson)
 
I was sleeping before you came,
until you awoken me,
miss Hancock,
you awoken me.
 
You taught me a lot of things,
and the best among all was the Metaphor.
I thought about them all day long,
especially when I am doing my favorite thing---
bathing.
 
I awoken in my bath,
thinking of metaphors,
suddenly I felt something is missing,
it's my dear teacher miss Hancock.
 
I have written a metaphor about you,
writing how capable you were in teaching English.
Oh, miss Hancock, how I wish you were here,
I only wish to wake you up.