Writing in a Different Perspective


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In chapter 15 of To Kill a Mockingbird, Atticus travels to the county jail to protect Tom Robinson. The chapters unfolds from the shocked and confused Scout. This leaves us wondering: “What did we miss out on?””What was no described in depth?””What might we need more information on?” This is all caused by our understanding that Scout is not a reliable narrator. We want to know more about how the scenario would unfold if it was told by the perspective of someone else. That person in specific is Walter Cunningham, the father of also named Walter Cunningham in Scout’s class. He was supposed leader of the group. This is what I think he would have felt like if he was the narrator of this certain chapter.

We are on our way to the Maycomb County jail, where we knew Tom Robinson was moved yesterday. I don’t want him to be seen in court, and, truthfully, I didn’t want him to be alive. We are driving in the cover of night, everyone would be asleep in this little town. We had sent old and gullible Sheriff Heck Tate of on a snipe hunt in the woods, we knew he wouldn’t be any worry to us. I am so conflicted however. I don’t want to see Tom Robinson alive, but his lawyer Mr. Atticus Finch. He was doing my entailment. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.

My group and I arrived at the county jail when I noticed something peculiar. One solid light, blazing in the otherwise darkened night sky. I knew exactly who it was; Mr. Finch. He had known what were going to do the entire time. But I did not care. Either way, we were going to get Tom Robinson out and kill him. We could not leave him. My group and I got out of our four, dusty old cars and walked towards the county jail. We were not worried about the mission being a failure. I was confident this lynching would go smoothly.

When we got to the door, one of my accomplices asked,”He in there, Mr Finch. ” We waited in the for a little while for Atticus Finch to respond.

“He is,” replied Mr. Finch, “and he’s asleep. Don’t wake him.”

“You know what we want,” I said, in the sternest of voices I could muster, “Get aside from the door, Mr Finch.”

“You can turn around and go home again, Walter,” Mr. Finch said pleasantly. He seemed to be calm and not worried, “Heck Tate’s around somewhere.” I knew he had not expected us to send him into the woods. Another member responded angrily to Mr Finch’s positive statement.

“The hell he is. Heck’s bunch’s so deep in the woods they won’t get out till mornin’.”

“Indeed? Why so?”

“Called ’em off on a snipe hunt,” he responded, “Didn’t you think a’that, Mr. Finch.”

“Thought about it, but didn’t believe it. Well then, that changes things, doesn’t it?” I was upset. Mr. Finch had the nerve to remain sounding pleasant.

“It do.”responded someone in my crew. I didn’t know who have these people were, but we were going to kill Mr. Tom Robinson, if it was the last thing we did. However, I was beginning to feel more nervous. I did not know what I had gotten myself into.

“Do you really think so?” Mr. Finch responded, sounding fairly confident. It was bugging me how confident he was. But then I was shocked to hear a shriek, than I hear rustling and finally pumped into the light little Scout, Mr. Finch’s daughter. I knew who she was because my son Walter was in his class.

“H-ey Atticus” she said. I was shocked at this little girls crazy action. She looked at us, with large and confused eyes. It looked like she expected to see familiar faces, not us my gang and me. We were as equally confused as her; why would she put herself in such a dangerous position as this one. I was shocked.

“Go home, Jem.” Atticus stated, in a stern voice, “Take Scout and Dill home.”

This was not something Mr. Finch had expected. This was clearly not planned. Everyone, including Scout herself, was confused.

“Go home, I said.”

The young boy shook his head. This must have been Jem. My gang just watched, mouths wide open. Then, a man in our group walked towards him.

“I’ll send him home.” said the man. he grabbed Jem roughly from the collar, nearly yanking him straight of his feet.

“Don’t you touch him!” Scout screamed as she kicked at the man. He fell down in a heep in true pain. She had just executed a well placed-kick.

“That’ll do, Scout.” Mr. Finch put his hand on Scout’s shoulder. “Don’t kick folks. ” I was remembering what kind of man Mr. Atticus Finch was. He was calm and respectful.

“Ain’t nobody gonna do Jem that way.” Scout said, She was clearly upset. I actually found it kind of cute.

Another man in the group stepped forward, “All right Mr. Finch, get ’em outta here. You got fifteen seconds to get ’em outta here.”

Even after may attempts, Jem would not budge. Mr Finch tried desperately to persuade him to leave, but just shook his head and said no. I watched all three kids. ONe kid, another boy I did not recognize, stood in silence. Jem was talking to Mr. Finch, and the girl was looking around. Then I heard something.

“Hey Mr. Cunningham.” said Scout. I pretended not to hear her, even if I knew who she was. I would not respond.

“Hey Mr. Cunningham. Hows your entailment gettin’ along?” I decided to give her a little bit of attention, but I refused my natural instinct to respond.

“Don’t you remember me Mr. Cunningham? I’m Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one time, remember?” She was hitting me hard. This hurt more than actually getting punched. I was so embarrassed. But I would not acknowledge her.

She continued to try to talk with me,”I go to school with Walter. He’s your boy, ain’t he? Ain’t he sir?” I was very embarrassed know. I no longer had the protection of being in the group. She had decided to single me out. I just gave her a faint nod.

“He’s in my grade,”she continued, “and he does right real well. He’s a good boy, a real nice boy. We brought him home for dinner one time. Maybe he told you about me, I beat him up once but he was real nice about it afterwards. Tell him hey for me, won’t you?” I refused to pay attention to what she was saying. I was trying to not look embarrassed, but I your were close to me, you could feel my embarrassment.  But she did not stop talking.

“Entailments are bad.” she said. She stopped, and looked around for a moment. I also looked around. Everyone’s mouth was wide open, shocked about what just took place. Finally, she asked,

“What’s the matter?” I was so shocked. I was trying so hard to not look embarrassed, but I was so embarrassed I could not live with myself. I bent down to tell her something.

“I’ll tell him you said hey, little lady.” I then stood up and declared to my group, “Let’s clear out. Let’s get going, boys.” I decided to leave because I was so embarrassed. She had taking me out of my comfort zone. She had separated me from the group. I could not live with myself. As I walked back to the cars, I was stunned, but mostly embarrassed.





Reader’s Response

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Atticus explains to Scout: “This time we aren’t fighting the Yankees, we’re fighting our friends. But remember this, no matter how bitter things get, they’re still our friends and this is still our home.”

Fights happen all of the time. Individually, I feel like fights most occur between friends, in small, little quarrels that tend to blow up. This is the reason that many fights between friends destroy relationships. Small little fights can blow up because people feel the need to have the last say, to always be right. This is one of the reason that fights between friends have the ability to blow up, ruin relationships, and cause enemies. Fights like this can be caused in many ways. A difference in opinions has caused many friends to become enemies. One of the most prominent examples in history is the American Civil War. Friends from the North and South became enemies because of each side’s ideals on slavery.


Atticus does not believe that the insults he receives are enough to end relationships and friendships because he does not take the insults to heart. He ignores them, brushing them off, understanding that they are just a symptom of the time he lives in, during the Jim Crow laws. He is also knows that even if people feel like he should not defend Tom Robinson in court, he knows that he has to. It is a lawyer’s job to do so, and he is respectful enough to know that he cannot decline this. He does not want to be a hypocrite.

I have not had any experiences of me finding anything my parents or siblings say disgusting or abhorrent. But if one of them did something like that, I would definitely have to be calm, and not strike immediately. This is the way to blow up a fight. You need to keep it calm, so that you do not cause and fight and so people can clearly understand your opinion. and where you are coming from.

Overall, fights are nearly impossible to avoid. Fights can be caused by the smallest of things and blow up to the largest of fights. This is why Atticus has prevented the smallest of insults to becoming large. He is respectful of others opinions, but he knows what is right for himself and his family.


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Book Review


The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian Review – Sherman Alexie’s Emotional and Attaching Novel That You Need to Read


5/5 stars


Sherman Alexie’s Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, mimics his own life, and the writing style feels like a memoir. It is about a young boy, struggling through life on a Native American reservation in Washington. It is a coming-of-age novel that has enjoyable characters, a deep coming of age driven plot, mixed with comedic and entertaining dialogue.


Sherman Alexie is a tremendous writer who writes realistic stories from his own experiences. He began his writing career with short stories and poems. One of his most illustrious works is The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven, which is a book filled with many of his connected shorts stories, somewhat like vignettes, and are comprised of one central theme: Native Americans fighting for their lives, against the stereotypes of the world, against racial prejudice and expectations. Another one of his short stories, “Smoke Signals, which was later turned into a movie, was also related to this same theme. Alexie is a distinguished writer who has won many awards, including the National Book Award for The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.


The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian is a book about a young boy named Arnold living on a Spokane reservation in Wellpinit, Washington. The book follows the protagonist through his struggles from being trapped on the reservation because he knows nothing else, to life outside the reservation, and eventually finding a balance between both worlds. The book is expertly crafted. It stresses themes of socioeconomic status, and class in society. It is demonstrated continuously throughout the book. It also describes the racial backgrounds, and the stereotypes that accompany being Native American. These themes are shown through the illustrations,  realistic scenarios that move the plot along, and the interaction of the characters.


Arnold is a character that struggles because of his race. He is a Native American on a reservation, where he is trapped from everything else in life. He knows he needs a better life, because the rez is there to “kill the Indian and save the child.” The schools in the reservation are there to kill his culture, to kill everything about him except him. He has an epiphany of  how he needs to escape, but because of his culture, and his racial background, stereotypes indicate that he should forever be in the reservation. In his fight to get out the reservation, he struggles with his own people, and his betrayal of his people. He faces the wrath of his own people. He also struggles with the stereotypes that they have put on themselves, the same way the whites have  placed stereotypes on them. But he decides that he should test the boundaries and the limits of these expectations. He would travel out of the reservation, into the unknown world, a voyage that would bring a new balance to his life. Arnold would not capitulate to the stereotypes of the world.


But Alexie does not only reference the destruction of the reservation. He references the culture, and how fabulous it is. The pow-wow found in “Revenge in is My Middle Name,” points out both the positive and the negative of his cultural and racial background. It is a nice balance of positive and negative, highlighting what he wants you to see, a truthful balance. His grandmother is one of the best examples of the the positive of the reservation. She is always there for him.


Arnold also struggles with his socioeconomic status. He is stuck on a reservation, where there is little to no way to have a sustainable income. Throughout his childhood,  he does not care about how wealthy he is. But when his dog dies, he suddenly realizes what the repercussions of his poverty are. Because of this awakening, he is ashamed of his socioeconomic status; he is in the bottom class, and this affects him negatively. At his school, he constantly hides his poverty from everyone else because he is scared of what they will think. The illustration on page 88 describes this perfectly. It shows how difficult it is for Arnold to just get to school. The same is demonstrated in “Dance, Dance, Dance.” He practices what he would say because he did not want anyone to discover his poverty. But when they finally discovered his poverty, he realized that no one cares; he was one of them, and they did not care that he was poor.


The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian is a book that is filled with struggles, triumphs, and a journey through life. It is a fantastic book for any age, culture, and belief. It is a realistic novel that can satisfy your comedy needs and it gives you someone that you can connect with, a relatable figure. It is a book does that does not let you stop reading. Everything draws you in, the characters, the story, the illustrations. It is a fabulous and it is a great read.

Reaction Paper

I personally disagree with the decision, for as it states in the article, “The current themes for 2nd term language arts classes in Biloxi this year are the Golden Rule and taking a stand. With “To Kill A Mockingbird” specifically, the teens were slated to learn that compassion and empathy are not dependent upon race or education.” This means that they are taking away a key reference to help support that theme by taking it out of the system.


The paper, “Why Did Biloxi Pull To Kill a Mockingbird from the 8th Grade,” which is written by Karen Nelson, on the Sun Herald, discusses the pulling of the popular and controversial book, To Kill a Mockingbird, from their 8th Grade lesson plan. It was said to be an administrative decision, orchestrated by the leaders in the school system – not the school board. The school decided to pull the book because, in the words of Kenny Holloway, “There were some complaints about it. There is some language in it that makes people feel uncomfortable, and we teach the same lesson in other books…It’s still in our library. But they’re going to use another book for the 8th Grade course.” It is a core piece of the ELA, the English Language Arts.


It is one of the worst examples of censorship that we have ever seen. As stated in the article, “The reader said, ‘I think it is one of the most disturbing examples of censorship I have ever heard, in that the themes in the story humanize all people regardless of their social status, education level, intellect, and of course, race. It would be difficult to find a time when it was more relevant than in days like these.’” It is a topic that is incredibly important in today’s world, and as well as in their own schooling systems. As previously stated, the school stressed themes of taking a stand, which is demonstrated in To Kill a Mockingbird. It is taking away what they call a key theme in there schooling system. 

Poetry Friday – On the Stage

Coming of age

impacts everything

for  good or for bad,


In my life

coming of age,

changed one thing

that changed me.


My voice


a lead singer, a long line holder,

a leader


On a stage

Wednesday at 6

the leader,

The soprano,

the girly voice,


with the high voice

the bird in the clouds.


But now

so deep

First a alto,

Then a baritone,

The glottal sounds are gone

The registers of my voice changed

as deep as the ocean

still a leader,

but not high.


When school came

friends are shocked

my voice,

is so deep


Slice of Life Thursday: Independence



Independence is a great thing. It lets us be our own selves. It is something that can be incredibly positive, but also incredibly negative. It can lead to fights, between my siblings or my parents. It can lead to disagreements between friends. And it can just lead to doing things that you would not normally do. Yesterday afternoon, I experienced this first hand. It was just getting home from school, just upset about life. I started to talk to my mom. We talked about my day, and how upset I was. Then I truly experienced what it was like to have a disagreement over some really dumb thing. I over exaggerated about how how you are supposed to organize your money. It was dumb, me not being aware that people are smarter than me. It is a way that I have been coming of age.

Confession Tuesday

I am a pretty normal 8th grade boy, in what I like and what I dislike. I like video games, sports, and things of that nature.  I dislike “girly” things. But I have a few strange dislikes. I loathe styrofoam, because of its affects on the environment, and because of that gruesome sound it makes. It is the same thing for balloons. But there is something even stranger that makes me shrink into my chair. It is something that every human owns two of, whether they work or not. It is called eyes. I do not like looking close up at eyes and eyeballs.

One of the reasons I dislike eyes is based on the statement: eyes are the window to the soul. I know I do not want people staring into my soul. My soul is private, and I am a person who values privacy. The fact that you can tell what mood I am in, how I am feeling, if something is wrong both scares me and makes me want whomever is looking at me to stop. If you want to figure out how I am feeling, why don’t you just ask how I am feeling. That would make me happier.

Another reason why I dislike eyes is experiences I have had with my eyes. One reason is my fear of becoming blind. That fear is somewhat rational, but that makes me hate eyes for scaring me so much, which is strange. So I always take heed to my eyes, make sure everything is okay. Another thing that happened to me regarding eyes is that I had pinkeye, during a vacation. What pinkeye is is it is a sickness that causes your eyes to get all crusty, and then get red. It is incredibly gross, both to have on you and to look at.

Another reason I dislike eyes is my 7th grade eyeball dissection. It was one of the grossest things I have ever done in my life. I was aghast at purely how disgusting your eye looks. It looks absolutely appalling in every way. All the different parts, squirted one the tray, it was gross that it was ever an eye, even if it was only a cow’s eye.

The final reason I dislike eyes is how much I have to look at them. Sometimes when I see or do something enough, a begin to get used to them. Something like this is when I had to get used to pants because of school. But eyes have not grown on me like that. Every tends to think that I have beautiful eyes – I do not know what that means – so I have to look at people’s eyes so much. Overall, they just bug me so much, and I am still not truly sure what caused this.