Post One
Chapter three, Burris Ewell:
I always knew that teachers were mean I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. It happend on the second day of school well more like my ninth or tenth but still thats not the point. Anyways what had happend was when the little girl had walked into the classroom. Wait whats her name .. scout I think it is well around the time she walked in was about the same time the old lady had screamed something about how I had critters crawlin in my hair well I mean its not like ther gonna do any harm well when the dumb short stump said aint you ever seen a cootie at first I thought he was on my side bethen he went on the mean old city girls side. I think the part that got me the most mad was when she done told me to go and put bleach on my head as well oil or what ever it was I mean what does she want me to do cook the little guys. And to think that this year was gonna be the year I move on to the second grade well its not like it matters its not like the cheif's aint gonna put my daddy out he never does and plus if it means anything to them this year I actually whent fot two days unlike the rest of the years when I jus went for one but how could a teacher go and tell me to put oil and bleach in my hair then when I was bout to stay up for myself little chuck little done had to go and stand in my way talking about how I didnt want to do it well how does he know what I do and dont wanna do. I should had pounded him into dust I mean how could a small stump take me out but still I didnt wanna end up next weeks school lunch. I mean who knows what little chuck little had in that pocket of his. So right then I began to think should i or should I not I mean who knows how crazy this guys is might just be as crazy as mean old Boo Radley. And I would probable end up just like Boos father stabed., bleeding, maybe even dead. Well as I backed up out of her class room I began to think how good it would feel to not hav to go back to school the next day hey maybe nexted year. Maybe next ill pass and go on to the next year. but still I wonder wat my papa's gonna cook to day hmmm... or more like what he hunt today. well what ever it is i hope I get the most out of all my brothers and sisters and me ...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I like the way that you put yourself into the character and talked as if you were writing a journal entry, casual and using words that you wouldn't normally wouldn't use in formal writing peices. One thing that you may want to work on is your punctuation. I noticed that some of the sentences were confusing becuase they were lacking the correct marks. Overall I really like the entry.
I felt that I was reading an entry from Scout's diary when I read this. you really put her personallity into your writing. it shows that you do try.
Noah
Post a Comment