A Journal response to Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird

A Journal response told from Scout's perspective

Dear Diary,
 
The summer has gone by so fast, too fast, in fact, that there is no time for me to prepare what is coming for me at school. To be honest, I was really looking forward to school until today, the day I’ve been told not to read or write until grade three when I can learn it all over again. Oh joy. It is almost as if the school is not welcoming me to learn. But come to think of it, I guess I did learn something today-- that “school’s different”—just as Jem said— and that Miss Caroline is going to be a pain in the butt. Well, maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh on her, after all, she just came to the town this year and she probably hasn’t been familiar with how things work in Maycomb County.

The Cunningham family is just one of the examples that Miss Caroline has to learn in Maycomb. Even though the depression has hit the family hard—just as Atticus has told me, the fact that they remain proud and take only what they can pay for is known to everyone here in Maycomb. Well, it’s a small- town and everyone knows each other. If Miss Caroline is staying long enough, she’s going to see the nature of this tired old town eventually and learn about every Maycombians, including the Radley Place, just as me, Jem and Dill did in the summer. Oh, it was quite an adventure in the midst of these slow, uneventful lives people lead here in the town. It’s just the way it is. Life is settled and unhurried; for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy and no money to buy it with. In short, little goes on in Maycomb County.

Except maybe for the Radley Place. Although it is only three houses away from ours, Jem and I rarely go near it since it is the home of Boo Radley, the town's phantom bogeyman. I haven't the faintest idea that Jem would have the nerve to stop in front of the house let along running across the yard and slapping his hand on the side of the wall. I guess Dill really got him. I mean it is the Radley Place that no Negro would pass through at night, that no pecan nuts would be picked from by the children even if it falls into the schoolyard. Difficult to admit, but Jem has earn himself some respect from his little sister.

Anyways, I realized I've strayed off from the topic writing this far. I just hope Miss Caroline would understand the Maycomb County ways, and most importantly, won't send me to the corner of the classroom again.

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