Dear Diary,
It has been ten years since the trial and Jem broke his arm. I am nineteen years old and I am in law school. I just started and I live on campus. I wanted to be like Atticus, who is getting pretty old and has retired. After the trial I wanted to be the one to defend a black man to the best of my ability and have him be innocent. Dill and I are dating and he visits every once in a while. He still wants to get married after all of these years. I have never been to much of a lady and never liked dresses. I didn't want to stay home and let Dill make all the money, I want to do my part. Jem got married last year and will be a father soon. When im old enough I want to marry Dill and graduate and be a lawyer exactly like Atticus. I want to have a few kids and just be a good role model like Atticus has been for Jem and I. I call Atticus a few times a week and I ask him about Boo. No body has been seen taken out so he's still in there somewhere. Dill was so jealous that summer he returned and I told him I hung out with Boo. To this day Dill still wants to see him.
Scout
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
The trial
Dear Diary,
Today was the trial. We were there for hours. Atticus and I sat patiently waiting for the verdict. The jury took a while to get back with their verdict. I sat and listened as the judge kept saying guilty. My heart sank lower and lower in my chest with each guilty called out. Atticus stood up quickly and whispered in my ear that we still have a chance and we can get an appeal. He tried to explain it to me but I wasn't listening. I was too shocked to understand what he was saying. I could only think about my family and saying goodbye. I cut him off and I said thank you and goodbye to Atticus. I was immediatly taken to the jail, so I had time to think. I knew i wouldn't be able to win this case, I was black and the Ewell's are white. It's not fair that every word I say I am judged. Atticus did better then any lawyer I knew, but it wasn't enough. I am an innocent man and I don't want to be in this jail cell, cut off from all humanity. i thought about all of the things I would miss. My children growing up, my wife, my friends. Who would take care of the kids and make money? I don't want these cruel people to kill me. I would rather do it myself, I would rather attemp to escape then just sit around and wait. This whole thing is completely unfair. I quickly formed a plan in my head and planned to put it into action the first chance I got.
Tom Robinson.
Today was the trial. We were there for hours. Atticus and I sat patiently waiting for the verdict. The jury took a while to get back with their verdict. I sat and listened as the judge kept saying guilty. My heart sank lower and lower in my chest with each guilty called out. Atticus stood up quickly and whispered in my ear that we still have a chance and we can get an appeal. He tried to explain it to me but I wasn't listening. I was too shocked to understand what he was saying. I could only think about my family and saying goodbye. I cut him off and I said thank you and goodbye to Atticus. I was immediatly taken to the jail, so I had time to think. I knew i wouldn't be able to win this case, I was black and the Ewell's are white. It's not fair that every word I say I am judged. Atticus did better then any lawyer I knew, but it wasn't enough. I am an innocent man and I don't want to be in this jail cell, cut off from all humanity. i thought about all of the things I would miss. My children growing up, my wife, my friends. Who would take care of the kids and make money? I don't want these cruel people to kill me. I would rather do it myself, I would rather attemp to escape then just sit around and wait. This whole thing is completely unfair. I quickly formed a plan in my head and planned to put it into action the first chance I got.
Tom Robinson.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Chapter 17-19
Dear Diary,
Today was the day of the trial, and I spent the night in the jail house. Later on when we arrived to the court house it was a full house. Atticus and I made our way up to the front of the room and we took out seats. The trial began and I listened carefully to what was said by the Ewell’s. Atticus asked me to stand so Mayella could identify me as the rapist. I wanted to shout that I was innocent, but I knew better. Everything Atticus said was proving me not guilty, but it all depends on the jury. I wait a long, long time and there was finally a break. When it was over Atticus called me up to the witness stand and I walked quickly to the stand. I panicked a little as I realized I would have to life my dead left hand on the book to do under oath. I tried I few times until Judge Taylor said, “That’ll do, Tom.” I went to the witness chair and Atticus had me tell the jury about my life. Age, family, and other things like that.
I told them about being arrested for disorderly conduct. I explained it was because a man tried to cut me when I got in a fight and we were both convicted. I was asked questions that I have been asked a million times. Atticus asked me if I have ever been invited over to the Ewell’s by Mayella and I answered honestly. Every question Atticus I answered best I could and as honestly. I was polite, trying to prove to the jury I was a kind person and I was taught to always be polite. I told Atticus and the jury what I was asked to do when Miss Mayella asked of my services. I told them everything, but I was still worried about the cross-examination.
Tom Robinson.
Today was the day of the trial, and I spent the night in the jail house. Later on when we arrived to the court house it was a full house. Atticus and I made our way up to the front of the room and we took out seats. The trial began and I listened carefully to what was said by the Ewell’s. Atticus asked me to stand so Mayella could identify me as the rapist. I wanted to shout that I was innocent, but I knew better. Everything Atticus said was proving me not guilty, but it all depends on the jury. I wait a long, long time and there was finally a break. When it was over Atticus called me up to the witness stand and I walked quickly to the stand. I panicked a little as I realized I would have to life my dead left hand on the book to do under oath. I tried I few times until Judge Taylor said, “That’ll do, Tom.” I went to the witness chair and Atticus had me tell the jury about my life. Age, family, and other things like that.
I told them about being arrested for disorderly conduct. I explained it was because a man tried to cut me when I got in a fight and we were both convicted. I was asked questions that I have been asked a million times. Atticus asked me if I have ever been invited over to the Ewell’s by Mayella and I answered honestly. Every question Atticus I answered best I could and as honestly. I was polite, trying to prove to the jury I was a kind person and I was taught to always be polite. I told Atticus and the jury what I was asked to do when Miss Mayella asked of my services. I told them everything, but I was still worried about the cross-examination.
Tom Robinson.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
creative blog
Dear Diary,
Yesterday I was out front of my house surveying the damage and making plans for my new house. It was twilight out and everything was quite because it was Sunday night. I decided to take a walk around the block before heading back to Miss Stephanie’s. She has been gossiping like crazy and I’m tired of it. I passed the Finch’s and then I walked passed the Radley’s place. I didn’t linger long, I felt like someone was watching me. I walked up a bit further and did a wide U-turn. I was getting tired for my old age. I slowed down a bit to catch my breath.
I was coming up to the Radley’s house when I saw the screen door open and a tall figure came out. I was frozen in shock and fear. I calmed myself down and continued walking on; trying to act unaware of whomever was standing on the porch. It’s Nathan Radley, it’s only Nathan Radley, I thought over and over again. I looked out of the corner of my eye and took in the features of the man. It was not Nathan. The man looked similar to Nathan but taller and with longer hair. This must be Arthur. He looked similar to the boy I remembered years ago. He looked into my eyes for a moment before I averted them and tried not to look back. I heard the door open again and I heard the voice of Nathan Radley in a loud whisper saying, “Arthur! Get in now, and stop sneaking off into the night!” I picked up the pace again and finally reached the door of Miss Stephanie. I shut the door and quickly and locked it.
Yesterday I was out front of my house surveying the damage and making plans for my new house. It was twilight out and everything was quite because it was Sunday night. I decided to take a walk around the block before heading back to Miss Stephanie’s. She has been gossiping like crazy and I’m tired of it. I passed the Finch’s and then I walked passed the Radley’s place. I didn’t linger long, I felt like someone was watching me. I walked up a bit further and did a wide U-turn. I was getting tired for my old age. I slowed down a bit to catch my breath.
I was coming up to the Radley’s house when I saw the screen door open and a tall figure came out. I was frozen in shock and fear. I calmed myself down and continued walking on; trying to act unaware of whomever was standing on the porch. It’s Nathan Radley, it’s only Nathan Radley, I thought over and over again. I looked out of the corner of my eye and took in the features of the man. It was not Nathan. The man looked similar to Nathan but taller and with longer hair. This must be Arthur. He looked similar to the boy I remembered years ago. He looked into my eyes for a moment before I averted them and tried not to look back. I heard the door open again and I heard the voice of Nathan Radley in a loud whisper saying, “Arthur! Get in now, and stop sneaking off into the night!” I picked up the pace again and finally reached the door of Miss Stephanie. I shut the door and quickly and locked it.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Chapter 5-9
Dear Diary,
Yesterday it snowed for the first time in a long, long time. Scout and Jem Finch stopped by and asked if they could have my snow. I told them to take it all, it was ruining my garden. That night I set a low fire in my kitchen to keep me warm for the night. I quickly went to my bedroom and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard strange noises and there was an odd smell. I soon realized what that smell was when I looked to the door and saw smoke seeping through under the door. I grabbed my coat and ran for the door. As I ran by the kitchen to get out I saw the orange flames, bright and hot, coming closer towards me and the rest of the house. I threw the door open and went out into the freezing night. I ran to the Finch’s home and knocked very hard on the door. Someone needed to wake up.
A few moments later Atticus opened up the door looking very sleepy, “Oh, hello Miss Maudie. How can I help you?”
“Please, my house is on fire! Can you call for help?” I asked in a panicked voice. Atticus seemed more awake now; he looked over to my house and his eyes widened. He ran back inside and I heard him talking to someone over the phone. I left and ran back out in front of my house. More of the neighbors come out, and finally a few fire trucks arrived. As I watched Mr. Avery climb to safety I calmed down. I was actually sort of happy this old house is gone, I hated it. Everyone went back to bed and I stayed at Miss Stephanie’s house. In the morning Atticus told me about Boo Radley coming out to put a blanket around Scout’s shoulders. Later Jem and Scout returned a few of my belongings and they were surprised I wasn’t upset about my house. I explained why and I asked Scout about Boo Radley, I told her I wished I was there. I would have liked to see that.
Yesterday it snowed for the first time in a long, long time. Scout and Jem Finch stopped by and asked if they could have my snow. I told them to take it all, it was ruining my garden. That night I set a low fire in my kitchen to keep me warm for the night. I quickly went to my bedroom and fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and heard strange noises and there was an odd smell. I soon realized what that smell was when I looked to the door and saw smoke seeping through under the door. I grabbed my coat and ran for the door. As I ran by the kitchen to get out I saw the orange flames, bright and hot, coming closer towards me and the rest of the house. I threw the door open and went out into the freezing night. I ran to the Finch’s home and knocked very hard on the door. Someone needed to wake up.
A few moments later Atticus opened up the door looking very sleepy, “Oh, hello Miss Maudie. How can I help you?”
“Please, my house is on fire! Can you call for help?” I asked in a panicked voice. Atticus seemed more awake now; he looked over to my house and his eyes widened. He ran back inside and I heard him talking to someone over the phone. I left and ran back out in front of my house. More of the neighbors come out, and finally a few fire trucks arrived. As I watched Mr. Avery climb to safety I calmed down. I was actually sort of happy this old house is gone, I hated it. Everyone went back to bed and I stayed at Miss Stephanie’s house. In the morning Atticus told me about Boo Radley coming out to put a blanket around Scout’s shoulders. Later Jem and Scout returned a few of my belongings and they were surprised I wasn’t upset about my house. I explained why and I asked Scout about Boo Radley, I told her I wished I was there. I would have liked to see that.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Chapter 1-5
Dear Diary,
Lately little Scout Finch has been coming over and sitting with me on my porch. I let her, Jem, and Charles in my yard so long as they didn’t jump on the arbor and explore my lot. I reckon Jean Louise vists often because that brother of hers, Jem, tells her to leave him alone. I’ve heard him say it several times from my house. Its almost twilight and my bath is done. I walk outside and take a seat on my front steps and wait for Scout to come. Moments later I see her walking over towards me. After Scout sat down we talked and watched he sun. From my seat I could see a blade of nut grass. I quickly got up and went to it. Scout followed as I got down on my hands and knees and started spraying the weed with poison.
“Why can’t you just pull it up?” she asked after watching my determination to get rid if the nut grass.
“Pull it up, child, pull it up? I asked picking up the limp sprout and squeezing to get out all of the grains. “Why, one sprig of nut grass can run a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!” I explained. We talked for a few moments longer and when I smiled she looked at my teeth in shock. She asked me what was on my teeth and I told her they were gold prongs clipped to my teeth.
“Look here.” I said wanting to show her something. She looked and with a click of my tongue I thrust out my bridgework. We moved back to the porch steps and chattered, until Scout asked about Boo Radley. I don’t like how the young children in this town listen to all those rumors. They have never even met him but still believe them.
“His name is Arthur and he’s alive,” I told her after she asked if he was dead. I tried to change the subject but Scout didn’t catch on.
“Yessum. How do you know?” she asked almost completely ignoring my attempt to change subjects.
“Know what, child?” I asked trying to seem confused.
“That B-Mr. Arthur’s still alive?” she asked. After telling her it was a morbid subject, I told her what little I knew. I told her he didn’t die and get stuffed up a chimney. What a silly question. She told me that this is what Jem says. She also asked me if he was crazy.
“If he’s not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-“ she interrupted me defending her father. I told her I didn’t mean it like that. I tried changing the subject once more offering her some fresh poundcake and she said she would like some.
I’m glad she didn’t bring it up again.
Lately little Scout Finch has been coming over and sitting with me on my porch. I let her, Jem, and Charles in my yard so long as they didn’t jump on the arbor and explore my lot. I reckon Jean Louise vists often because that brother of hers, Jem, tells her to leave him alone. I’ve heard him say it several times from my house. Its almost twilight and my bath is done. I walk outside and take a seat on my front steps and wait for Scout to come. Moments later I see her walking over towards me. After Scout sat down we talked and watched he sun. From my seat I could see a blade of nut grass. I quickly got up and went to it. Scout followed as I got down on my hands and knees and started spraying the weed with poison.
“Why can’t you just pull it up?” she asked after watching my determination to get rid if the nut grass.
“Pull it up, child, pull it up? I asked picking up the limp sprout and squeezing to get out all of the grains. “Why, one sprig of nut grass can run a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!” I explained. We talked for a few moments longer and when I smiled she looked at my teeth in shock. She asked me what was on my teeth and I told her they were gold prongs clipped to my teeth.
“Look here.” I said wanting to show her something. She looked and with a click of my tongue I thrust out my bridgework. We moved back to the porch steps and chattered, until Scout asked about Boo Radley. I don’t like how the young children in this town listen to all those rumors. They have never even met him but still believe them.
“His name is Arthur and he’s alive,” I told her after she asked if he was dead. I tried to change the subject but Scout didn’t catch on.
“Yessum. How do you know?” she asked almost completely ignoring my attempt to change subjects.
“Know what, child?” I asked trying to seem confused.
“That B-Mr. Arthur’s still alive?” she asked. After telling her it was a morbid subject, I told her what little I knew. I told her he didn’t die and get stuffed up a chimney. What a silly question. She told me that this is what Jem says. She also asked me if he was crazy.
“If he’s not he should be by now. The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-“ she interrupted me defending her father. I told her I didn’t mean it like that. I tried changing the subject once more offering her some fresh poundcake and she said she would like some.
I’m glad she didn’t bring it up again.
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