Journal Entry #3 Chapter 8&9 Perspective: Atticus
Journal Entry #3
Chapter 8&9
Perspective: Atticus
Dear Diary, It has snowed for the first since 1885. Mr. Avery thinks that it's snowing because of my children disobeying and tormenting adults. He claims that's what is written on the Rosetta Stone. Scout had never seen snow before, which led to her waking up screaming in tirony telling everyone that the world was ending. The kids didn't have school that day because of the snow. They asked how to make a snowman, and I honestly only knew as much as they did. Their snowman looked a lot like Mr. Avery. I suggested that they changed the stove wood to a broom, and to add an apron onto the snowman. Instead, they decided to out a sunhat and put hedge clippers in the hand of the snowman.
That night, I woke up to the sound of fire. I woke Jem and Scout up, Scout was so tired she had trouble putting on her slippers. Once my children realized what was happening, they asked me who's house it was. I told them gently that it was Ms. Maudie's house. I was trying to keep them from panicking, and told them to go in front of the Radley house. While they were hanging out at the Radley house, I helped getting out the furniture by saving Ms. Maudie's rocking-chair. Mr. Avery also was helping and had to escape the house off of the teetering roof. After all the commotion and we got him, I offered Jem and Scout some hot cocoa. There faces were like chameleons, looking confused and desguised. But one thing just didn't look right...when I looked at Scout, she was wearing a blanket that did not belong to us. Scout started babbling when I asked her if she stayed put next to the Radley house. Jem started babbling nonsense about Boo Radley, which of nothing I understood.
One night, Scout asked me if I defended 'niggers.' I told her that I did, and to not call colored people 'niggers.' She told me that a boy named Cecil has been teasing her about her father defending 'niggers' and has been malignant. That night Scout and I talked about me defending a slave named Tom Robinson. She doesn't understand why I'm defending him. It was tough for her to undertand why. But she's young, it's harder for her. This case affects me personally, which is one of the reasons that I explained to Scout. I'm not going to win this case, but that's okay.
That's it for now,
Atticus.
Chapter 8&9
Perspective: Atticus
Dear Diary, It has snowed for the first since 1885. Mr. Avery thinks that it's snowing because of my children disobeying and tormenting adults. He claims that's what is written on the Rosetta Stone. Scout had never seen snow before, which led to her waking up screaming in tirony telling everyone that the world was ending. The kids didn't have school that day because of the snow. They asked how to make a snowman, and I honestly only knew as much as they did. Their snowman looked a lot like Mr. Avery. I suggested that they changed the stove wood to a broom, and to add an apron onto the snowman. Instead, they decided to out a sunhat and put hedge clippers in the hand of the snowman.
That night, I woke up to the sound of fire. I woke Jem and Scout up, Scout was so tired she had trouble putting on her slippers. Once my children realized what was happening, they asked me who's house it was. I told them gently that it was Ms. Maudie's house. I was trying to keep them from panicking, and told them to go in front of the Radley house. While they were hanging out at the Radley house, I helped getting out the furniture by saving Ms. Maudie's rocking-chair. Mr. Avery also was helping and had to escape the house off of the teetering roof. After all the commotion and we got him, I offered Jem and Scout some hot cocoa. There faces were like chameleons, looking confused and desguised. But one thing just didn't look right...when I looked at Scout, she was wearing a blanket that did not belong to us. Scout started babbling when I asked her if she stayed put next to the Radley house. Jem started babbling nonsense about Boo Radley, which of nothing I understood.
One night, Scout asked me if I defended 'niggers.' I told her that I did, and to not call colored people 'niggers.' She told me that a boy named Cecil has been teasing her about her father defending 'niggers' and has been malignant. That night Scout and I talked about me defending a slave named Tom Robinson. She doesn't understand why I'm defending him. It was tough for her to undertand why. But she's young, it's harder for her. This case affects me personally, which is one of the reasons that I explained to Scout. I'm not going to win this case, but that's okay.
That's it for now,
Atticus.
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