To Kill A Mockingbird Cover

To Kill A Mockingbird Cover

      I choose to make this my cover because in the book Atticus always says "Put yourself in someone else's skin," meaning to see what they experience from their point of view. At the very end of the book when Scout walks Boo home she stands on the porch and thinks of what it must be like to just be Boo and look out the window and see everyone the last few years.

    My picture shows a young man looking outside his window into his town below. No one knows what he's thinking; it's a mystery. Just like Boo was always a mystery to Jem and Scout.

Maycomb Tale

Maycomb Tale

"In this small town of Maycomb, we all know, not just our buisness, but yours too."

 



Maycomb County: Ad Astra Per Aspera

The highscool auditorium
  
After much discussion and hard work Maycomb's
most devoted ladies agreed that this year would be
different. This year it would not be a normal
Maycomb Halloween, this year Maycomb's high school
auditorium will be opened all night for all of Maycomb to
enjoy our many activities there.
Inside the high school auditorium there
will be games, prizes, and a pageant. All these things
are were thought of and produced from our own ladies of
Maycomb.
The games will include: apple bobbing, taffy
pulling, and pinning the tail on the donkey. A twenty five
cent prize will be given to the best Halloween costume
that was created by the wearer. And to end the night
Mrs. Grace Merriweather directed a pageant to celebrate
the holiday.

Maycomb's children will wear costumes of different
foods and recite lines to help spread the cheer. Mrs. Grace
Merriweather tells the Maycomb Tale, "I thought it would be
such an adorable pageant with all the kids participating and
dressed up as food!"
I guess all of Mayvomb will have to wait until
Halloween night to see if Mrs. Grace Merriweather is right.

  




Editorial

　Heck Tate

Maycomb, Alabama-Is the word of the sheriff the true word?
Sheriff Heck Tate's story on how Bob Ewell
died by tripping over the oak tree root and stabbing himself
may be true, but as for me, I believe anything could've happened
that night. There is no evidence that supports Heck Tate's word and
and no witness to say there story, so why believe the story. I want proof,
it was dark that night, who's to say that Mrs. Helen Robinson didn't
come up behind poor Bob Ewell and murder him herself.

Also I never heard of any Ewell owning a kitchen knife
unless they got it from the dumpster. And why would Bob be walking
through the neighborhood with a kitchen knife in his hand. I
believe that old Heck Tate is covering for someone or who knows,
maybe for himself. And that person, that murder, can be
living among us right now as our neighbors or friends.
I believe it is the Sheriff's job to protect
our county, by making sure no harm or danger come to us.
But, by not arresting the killer when he knew who it was, he put
the whole county in danger. If he cannot put us out of harm's
way then maybe he shouldn't be the sheriff anymore.

We, of Maycomb's people, want to be protected. So, I think
I speak for everyone when I say I don't want a murder or
a lying sheriff living in our town.
Article By: William Billy
　

Letter to the Editor
          Dear William Billy,
                  I believe you are completly mistaken 'bout Mr. Heck Tate.
         He never done nothing to our county of Maycomb but
         protect us and he will continue doing so. Mr. Heck Tate so
         kind and brave he works for us eachday. So show some grattitude boy.
         You oughta be ashamed of ya self, if I ever hear another word out
          ya yapper, so help me I shall skin ya alive faster then you can apologize.
                                                   Sincerly,
                                                        Mrs. Maudie
         
　
　Obituary to Mrs. Dubouse
　
　Mrs. Dubose lived alone except for Jessie,
who helped her on whatever she needed. No citizen in
Maycomb could ever go around the town without passing
her house and surely enough she was there, sitting
on her wheelchair enjoying the view of our small town.
Mrs. Dubose was a dedicated and strong lady
before passing this spring. Even though her past was
not something she would approve of, her mind was set
on leaving the world without making anything easier for
herself.

Mrs. Dubose was ill. She had an illness that could
not be cure and that limited her life span. Dr. Reynolds
soon told her she only had a few months to live.

In her past, Mrs. Dubose was a morphine addict.
Her doctor had put her on it for years. The drugs took
much of her pain away so that she wouldn't have to live
in agony, but she made it clear one day that she would
not die an addict.

Each day Mrs. Dubose took her medicine
later then the previous day. She was hoping to get
rid of her addiction or to make it less triumphant.
Each day she had a distraction or two
to keep her mind of the pain that she had to overcome
to accomplish her goal. For so many people, this pain would be
too much for them and they would succumb to taking the
pain killers, but Mrs. Dubose stuck to her goal.

On the night of her death she called Atticus Finch
to make her will and hours later she passed. Even though
her journey was difficult, she
accomplished her goal and was not an addict when
she died.
Written By: Jessie Spot
　

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Maycomb's new Stalker?After Tom Robinson's death, Helen Robinson
was left all alone to care for herself and her children.
With no job or money to support herself she
needed something to help her on her way, and that's
when Mr. Link Deas came to her.
Mr. Link Deas felt very sorry for what happened
to Tom Robinson and he wanted to make sure she had
what she needed to keep moving on without him. With
that said, Miss Helen Robinson received a job from him
and started working immediately.
Work was not easy though, with her children at
home and her having to walk more than a mile each day, it was
certainly a struggle for her and her family, but Helen
did not complain.
Eventually though, Mr. Link Deas realized that Helen
was coming to work from the "wrong direction" and when he
finally got the reason out of her, she begged for him
to stay out of it.
The reason Miss Helen Robinson was walking
the "wrong direction" to work was because Bob Ewell, who recently
was in trial with Tom Robinson for the rape of his daughter,
had chunked at her last time she used the public roads.
Poor Miss Helen was now afraid to walk by their house
again.

A picture of Bob Ewell in court the day of the trial.
　
Mr. Link Deas, however, could not stay out of this.
He would not have one of his workers, being afraid to
come to work every morning. So, Mr. Link Deas walked
Miss Helen Robinson home that afternoon, the short way.
When he walked her back, everything was relatively
calm until they got to the gates of the Ewell home. "I remember
I told those Ewells that if I heard another peep from Helen
not being able to walk through that road again I would
put him in jail." Says Mr. Link Deas. "Then I just spat
in the dust and walked home, I thought
he wouldn't bother her again."
The next day, Helen Robinson took the short way
to work. She passed the Ewells' house and wasn't chunked
at. But after walking a few yards of the
property, she turned and saw Mr. Ewell walking up behind her.
"I remember, hearing foul words coming from him in a whisper."
Miss Helen tells the Maycomb Tale. "I was worried that he
would hurt me or if he was angry that I had told Mr. Link
Deas about the chunking, but
the whole time I was walking, he never got any closer to me,
he just stayed
the same distance. This though did not ease my concern."
When Helen Robinson got to Mr. Link Deas' home, Mr. Link Deas
warned Bob Ewell again. Though Bob Ewell denied doing anything to Helen,
Link Deas made it clear that all he had to do was make her afraid for
him to be sent to jail.
Helen reported no further assault to Link Deas and Bob
was not seen again stalking another lady, but the question
remains, when will he strike again?
Article by: Paola RIvera

Who is the Lord of the Lord of the Flies

           

 Who is the Lord of the Lord of the Flies?

                 Lord of the Flies by William Golding and the 1990 movie by Harry Hook has many different factors that changed the meaning of the book. These Factors include: The boy's change in nationality, the fact that the pilot survived the crash, and that even before the crash the boys knew and recognized eachother.

                First, in the book the boys were British and because of this they were more proper and disciplined and slowly became savage, which was Golding's message all along. Golding wanted to show the irony in that the British would become unproper-killing-savages in his book and he showed it very clearly. Also, in the book, Ralph becomes chief because the conch gives him more power making the other boys see him as having a kingly role, so he was voted as chief. In the movie, however, the boys were American. Because of this they were already begining to become savage the second they arrived on the island. Golding's message was not delivered as Ralph became chief only because he was the colonel in the boy's military school. I think this factor took away Golding's message and also what the conch symbolized.

               Additionally, in Hook's 1990 version of Lord of the Flies the pilot was on the island with the boys. The pilot was ill and the boys were force to care for him, until he ran away and became, what the boys thought, a beast. In the book though, they had no adults on the island at all. I think this gave some of them, like Jack, a sense of freedom and a feeling of no longer being controlled which later caused them to become savage. They did not have to care for anyone but themsleves as well. The beast was just a figment of their imagination that showed that, like many children, these boys get afraid when there is no one to protect them. I feel that Golding's version added more detail about how children really act and also he's version brings a more appealing story to the reader.
          
               Furthermore, in the book the boys did not know eachother, exept for the choir. I think this gave the choir a more darker, eviler role to explain their characters better. It gave the other boys a disadvantage and something to fear from  the choir. The fact that they did not know eachother made them all unaware of who the other boys really were and how they act. For example, no one knew who Ralph was, and how well of a leader he could be, but either way they voted him because of his presence of a leader. In the movie, on the other hand, all the boys were from the same school and all knew eachother well. This gave them a chance to get to know everybody well enough and to already know who would be in charge in case of emergency. Since Ralph was the colonel, he would be in charge and no one would disagree, except Jack who was the oldest.

              In many cases where books are converted into movies, the majority of people prefer the book better then the movie. For the Lord of the Flies I think it's the exact same concept. The book excelled, it had pages full with meaning and every line was entertaining and full of imagery, while the movie failed to show the true meaning that Golding was trying to represent. If you read the book, you will get a better understanding of the characters and their actions, and you will be able to see what Golding was trying to portray by writing the novel. I think I speak for many when I say Lord of the Flies is an amazing book and Hollywood has made it into another unappealing movie.

              

A View to a Death

Simon now is gone.

Ralph is he really guilty?

The hunters are loose.

The darkness blinds them all now

Like Piggy without his specs.

You Can't Have it All

You Can't Have it All

But you can have autumn leaves

falling over you in a rainbow of

red, brown, orange, and gold  like

a spring shower. You can have

grandmother's flan and fresh

mangoes from Puerto Rican trees

after two years

 of waiting.

Endless roadtrips on old highways

with the family, while listening

to the steady rythym of rain

pounding on the windows.

You can have your brother

pass out from exhaustion

on your lap like a mom and her young child.

You can have your sister's sarcasm

making everyone laugh and smile

even on a dark cloudy day.

You can have home-made pie

made to surprise the ones you love

as if it were Christmas morning.

You can have the familiar feeling

when lying in your own bed

after staying at a hotel for many days.

You can have the fingerpainting

days with your brother,

where you try to make something nice but

then get carried away.

You can have the view

from a tall oak tree that

you climbed like getting a

trophy for all your hardwork.

You can have a hug

from everyone of your friends when you

first see them at school.

You can have a fullmoon

over the beach on a dark night

guiding you to the warm water

of the ocean.

You can have your friends

call you elf and shorty and bitsize,

a name that annoys you

but also shows you

that you have a place that you belong in.

You can have nightmares

that wake you up

right on time, when

your alarm clock failed to do so.

You can have

new places to explore everyday,

sometimes with friends

sometimes with family.

You can have a rose

that magically appears outside of

your door

written in slick, black ink 

 -Dad

Ater he leaves for a buisness trip.

You can have your closest friend

talk to you on facebook

and laugh together before he has to go, but

you can't ever see him again.

You can have your dad show

you some constellations

in the night sky

but you can't reach the stars.

You can have pictures,

and memories of past times

with friends and family by an old

brickhouse in Tennessee,

but they are only memories.

You can have a beautiful

painted canvas that everyone

congratulates you on,

but you know it will never

be perfect in your eyes.

You can have a dandilion each day

closing your eyes and making a wish.

You can have the hope

of a wish, a dream, or a goal,

but you can't always have the sweet

taste of victory and accomplishment.

Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake

Dreaming But I'm Wide Awake

Description...

     A dream is a person's most private world where the mind roams freely and there is no bonderies or limits. We all dream and create a world that is worth living in and made just for us. These poems describe and circle the thought of  a dream...

 Synopsis...

       Dreaming let's every person open a world where they are free...sometimes we do this when we sleep, but many do it when they are wide awake.

Poetry...

"Birds appearing in a dream" by Michael Collier

"A dream within a Dream" by Edgar Allen Poe

"I dream of you to Wake" by Christina Rosetti

"Darkness" by George Gordon Bryon

"Japanese Lullaby" by Eugene Field

"The Sandman" by Margaret Thompson Janvier

"O Little Root of a Dream" by Paul Celan     Translated by Heather McHugh

"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" by Eugene Field

Book Review

Stolen Innocence

Publisher: William Morrow

Genre: Non-Fiction

Where I got it: Mrs. Meadows recommended it to the whole class.

One Sentence summary: This book is about a young girl who lives polygamous sect, and at only fourteen is forced to marry.

First sentence of the book: "I clutched the delicate silk nightgown and embroided robe of my bridal gown as i hurried to the bathroom."

First Chapter Review: She explains how her life is living with many brothers and sisters and even in the hard times she seems happy there. You can tell she loves her family a lot during the first chapter. She shows how her mom's life was effected in the beggining by the polygamy life style.

Verdict: This is a book I would reccomend to all my friends, it is extremly touching story and it shows that life may not always be easy.

Cover Comments: On the cover it shows Elissa Wall (author) in her everyday dress. Also there is a faded face on the right corner that I believe is Warren.

Let Go

Reef Green Benjamin Moore 2042-50

Running from-

The dull, white

house out into

the capacious,

green lawn.

Blades of green grass

under my hand-me-down

sneakers. Warm-

from the afternoon sun

like a parents

embrace.

The wind blew

carrying out

leaves that have fallen

and pushing my hair

out of my eyes like

a mother.

Clinging,

Clutching,

Grasping,

onto the willow's

sturdy branch.

Hoping-

to hold on forever. But

I know.

And it knows.

That when the wind blows

I will let go.

The trees-

dancing along with me.

The wind-

whispering in my ear.

Jokes and secrets

making giggles travel

like a humming bird

soaring from flower to flower.

Each leaf-

coming from

one tree

like a family.

A perfect household

of green.

God forbid

a leaf to fall,

to be seperated,

to be alone,

For that is my greatest fear.

Walking to the great Pine

It towering over me,

like a father,

Big, mighty, strong.

On the Tree, words

carved in.

Names an dates

surrounded by an embrace

of a heart. Love

etched.

On the ground Pine cones

scattered,

unborn seeds waiting

to grow.

How-

will it grow

Properly

if so close

to the parent?

Grabbing the pine cone

Clinging,

Clutching,

Grasping,

Hoping-

to hold on.

But I know

and it knows.

That when the wind blows

I will let go.

Three Blind Mice

Three Blind Mice

The beach

Now a narrow strip

Dotted with boys

Waiting…

Silently.

The grim mood

The darkness of the island

Aware all at once of

The uncomfortable meeting,

Disliked Perpetually.

This meeting must be

Business…

Not fun.

No chasing imaginary thoughts.

The declining sun

Lost behind him.

The wind rolling

Noisily among dry leaves.

A dozen boys

No wit

No enduring

Came straight away

To the assembly.

Ralph,

The chief

Had to be wise

Had to think

Had to lead.

He paused

Clearing his throat.

Ralph went on.

And on.

And on.

Assembly roaring

Throughout the darkness

Someone called out.

“Too many things.”

The sun was slanted.

Shadows-

Where they ought to be.

Jack stood in the gloom

Scowling and holding

Out his hands.

Ralph protested

“I haven’t finished yet!”

Grumbling,

And mumbling

Under his breath.

Jack sat.

When the meeting

Ended,

Jack spoke,

Fear cannot hurt you-

Any more then a dream.

A lot of crybabies and

Sissy’s sat silently.

Frightened-

By the beat like nightmares

The make liluns

Scream at night.

Mucking about the dark

Ralph-

Open-mouthed

Moved restlessly.

Chief-

Who was chosen.

Does it make a difference?

“Go on

Be chief.”

Remote and

Unearthly.

Darkness

Chilled them

Three Blind Mice.

I'm From Tennessee

I'm From Tennessee

I am from boxes with old memories filled to the rim,

Dusty and unopened.

From  Crayola and chalk

colorful sidewalks and hopscotch.

I am from the small brick house at the end of the road.

I am from towering pine trees with words carved in.

From ripe tomatoes and cucumbers from Nancy's garden.

Willows and oaks and blowing on dandelions,

My dad tells me to stop but I keep on.

I am from late thanksgiving dinners.

From Arroz con Gandules and Flan slightly burned.

I'm from Coral and Emmanuel,

From don't touch my things and don't make a mess.

I am from running after school buses,

from Polly Pockets and Play Doh.

I am from Kathy and from Nancy and Tom.

From barbecues and pools and karaoke.

I am from always fashionably late or an hour early.

From us waking up too late for church, but

Praying every night.

I am from not going outside when it's dark,

from Tom and Jerry is too violent.

And still to young for a PG-13 movie.

Lectures of Stranger Danger heard every day.

Rules fill the household.

From the mountain biking with my dad

Fireworks near the lake.

Climbing rocks and motocross.

From teaching my brother all this.

 To lay back and enjoy the view.

Teaching him to hold on and keep climbing

And never stop.

I am from the wall that borders the staircase,

filled with pictures and memories.

Vacations, family portraits.

I am from the frames above the bookshelves,

School photos.

I am from the Rivera family tree.

I am on one branch.

I am only one leaf.

But I come from and share the same trunk.



Japan disaster.

I was in my office Friday afternoon. Everyone was well into his or her work for the huge showcase on Saturday morning. It was definitely a busy day in the office. Everyone sat typing or making phone calls, there wasn't even the usual banter in the halls you would normally hear. I--a very fastidious worker--was making sure everything was perfect with my presentation; I knew this presentation was crucial for me to get my promotion.

At 2:30 I went on my break hoping to facilitate my attempts to relax and decelerate my stress. I knew the perfect way to do this too, a walk in Sendai’s park, which always did me good on a tough day like this.  It was only two blocks down from my office and it was the most capacious and peaceful park I knew.

In about ten minutes I was there and just beginning my walk. My building where my office was, stood tall above the rest, it was still in view and waiting me to come back to work. I shuddered at the thought, I needed to relax, and so I turned my back on my work and walked down the stony path. In front of me there laid trees covered with beautiful flowers and leaves, skies of perfect azure, and a pond of crystal clear water. The weather seemed perfect, slightly too perfect, in the back of my mind something was telling me the perfectness wouldn’t last.

As I turned to see the perfect park some more I realized something, the pond. The pond that usually had a copious amount of little ducks swimming around peacefully was gone today.

I didn’t have much time to think about it though because just then, sudden shaking occurred right under me. I was knocked of balance and thrown onto the warm, sweet grass, which broke my fall. The shake wasn’t a small one, like that you could compare to something you’ve felt before, it was unreal, unless you were there. It was like you were riding a rodeo bull and it was tossing you around as hard as it could, the only difference was, that you couldn’t escape the nonstop, fitful shaking, it was as if you were tied to the back and couldn’t even succumb to falling.

Around me people were yelling, screaming, and crying for help. Sounds of destruction rang in my ears until it was the only thing audible. Children around me grappled their parents and cried, as parents fell to the ground holding them. I saw buildings fall, debris fall, and the big bridge near the park crash under and trap cars and people.

I felt so useless, lying on the grass safely while others run for their lives or live terrible fates.

Suddenly I heard a terrible snapping noise coming from behind me. As I turned to see where the noise was coming from, I was hit across my face by a heavy branch that came from a big tree. The branch had been extremely large in size and heavy also. There was a pang of pain going through my whole body and then I realized it wasn’t just my face that had been hit. Then, I noticed that my lips tasted like blood and when I looked down at the grass there was a pool of blood. Seeing my own blood made me dizzy or maybe it was because I got hit across my face, but as soon as I looked down everything darkened and all I heard was yells.

I woke up the next day in a hospital. There were many injured people in the hospital as well. Adept rescue teams brought in dozens a day. So many people were hurt, in the halls people cried for lost ones, and orphans were everywhere. On the first day I came the news was on the television in my room.

"Many are dead, injured, or missing,” Said the reporter. “These numbers are expected to rise. Japan is receiving helps from many countries. President Obama says he will help the most he can, he will deploy medics, food, and other, equipment to Japan. After an 8.9 magnitude earthquake and a 23 foot Tsunami hitting Japan, he Japanese people are fighting for survival and keeping hope close.”

 

The voice trailed off as I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

Pray for Japan