Journal #1
Chapters 1-3
Perspective of Jeremy Atticus Finch

Hello, I’m Jeremy Atticus Finch, but all of my acquaintances cal me Jem. I was born to Atticus Finch, and a women who’s madden name was Graham, and who’s first name was never mentioned. She died from a heart attack when I was six years of age. My little sister is commonly referred to as, “Scout”. She is very unladylike for the most part, and has very annoying tendencies. She enjoys playing with me, in which I have to condescend down to her level of entertainment. I don’t understand why she enjoys playing with me considering I’m four years her senior. My father, Atticus, enjoys reading more than anything else, except his children of course. He is very composed, and always treats us like adults, which is very refreshing because at school teachers treat us like we are three-years olds. Now enough about my family, on to my reflection.
During this previous summer I had experienced some whiled adventures. I had met a young boy named Charles Baker Harris, who’s nick name was Dill. He had bleach blond hair that was practically glued onto his head, blue-jean shorts, with a button down white shirt. He had an eccentric and adventures personality. During the summer he had grown on us to the point we had invited him over on a daily basis. He had played several parts in the dramas we had reenacted. He had aided us in constructing another room onto our tree house. He even dared me to touch Mr. Radleys house. Before then, I had never backed out from a dare, and I wasn’t going to start then. I had to go through with it, otherwise he would have the right to mock me without restraint. I had tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. As I approached the structure, the house itself had an intimidating shape. I then broke into a sprint, tagged the side of the house and ran back to Dill and Scout. I didn’t look back while I was running, and was certainly scared stiff. I then though I saw a shutter move just slightly over. I thought it could have been that malevolent phantom everyone was so frightened of. That summer, Dill had come to be one of my best friends. In retrospect I am very glade I met dill this summer.
Dill had left right before we had returned to school. This had saddened me and Scout, but we were soon to caught up with school to be sad. Atticus had asked me to take Scout to school the for on the first day, despite my protesting. Atticus persevered in his argument to the point where I succumbed to his will, and took Scout to school. On the way to school, Scout I decided it was best to tell Scout about how school works. I warned her not to irk me. I told her that she would have her social circle while I had mine. She respected my pronouncement and went along to her classroom. I didn’t want to say this to Scout but, I saw a glimpse of Ms. Caroline and I though she was very pretty.
That is the end of my journal, and until next time,
Jeremy Atticus Finch otherwise known as, “Jem”