1930 Maycomb County Meets 2014 Essay

i said ''nothing'',i heard my dad coming out of his bedroom so i hide the book under my bed and started pretending to be asleep, my dad started to wake me up so we can go have fun in this techstore so he can buy me my first smart phone, the thing is inside of me, I felt this new detective spirit growing inside of me, we went to the store so we can have this phone we heard shot fires inside of the stores looked like Marcus and his gang are hitting again this store like they did in the bank my dad called back up, but couldn't stand the view that my moms best friend Katherine is being threatened as she was

I was getting closer and closer. Not a bird in sight, not even a single cloud. The moon was starting to shine as the sun was descending from the cerulean sky. Drivers were getting closer and closer to their destination, so was I. I took one more footstep where my mind flashes back four years back. It was a warm atmosphere, although it wasn’t my desire to start somewhere fresh. I walked into my first class, two girls came up to me, and secured that I had a nice first day. After my first, class I go into a classroom, which wasn’t what I all expected. It all seemed so historic and antique. It really emphasized his passion. He was teaching something, that I had already learned. He was asking the whole class what the regions of the United States

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

Throughout most of the novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, the setting has been predominately revolving around a neighborhood in Maycomb County during the 1930s. The novel describes Maycomb County as “an old town” in which “in rainy weather the streets turn to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks; the courthouse sagged in the square” (Lee 6) The street in which they live was also described as “the main residential street in town” (Lee 6). As the novel continues, the readers’ understanding of the setting grows as well. There are porches on the houses, Scout, Jem, and Dill play in the yard, there is plant life as described as there being “two live oaks stood at the edge of Radley lot; their roots reached out into the side roads and made it bumpy” (Lee 44), and the Finches are shown to have a driveway and car (in chapter 8). This imagery and description allows the reader to concoct an image of this neighborhood.

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

I could have stayed there and watched little old Phoebe on the carousel all day in the damn rain. Finally, the goddamn rain stopped pouring so we decided to leave the park. We walked along the sidewalk and there were these 3 guys that were arguing about one guy stealing the other guy’s money. You can’t trust those phonies. It was almost three o’clock and school would be out. That means Phoebe would have to get home before mom notices that she’s missing. We took the subway home and the goddamn subway smelled like pee. I would probably catch a disease from all the germs and phonies on the subway. We eventually got to our stop and got off thank god- those goddamn phonies were giving me a headache. I wasn’t ready to go home, mom will probably yell at me and send me back to another boarding school and I’ll never see Phoebe again. They don’t care about me.

And that was the last thing I remember, now i'm standing on the corner of Shelmet and Maine. I recognize the area, it’s not too far from my house, but a few of the buildings are different now. I walk across the street to a old-fashioned diner and as I approach the door the cashier yells “no dogs aloud!” I look down and Mabel is standing right beside me. I leave the diner and along

“You feelin’ better now Ponyboy,” he asked. “Yeah I’m better.” “What was wrong in the first place,” Darry asked worried. “He had another nightmare.” “It’s been eleven months since mom and dad died and you're still having nightmares about them,” He sounded more worried. “Actually…” I started to say. “Actually what,” he started to sound angry. “It wasn’t about mom and dad.” Soda and Darry both looked at me like I was crazy. “It was about Johnny and Dally.” “Are you serious? You're fourteen Ponyboy stop being a baby and get over those dreams. I thought those other nightmares were finally over and now you have some new ones. We already have you and you're brother sleeping together, what are we supposed to do now?” Darry rubbed his forehead. “I’m going to be late for work,” he said, “and you’re gonna be late for school.” He doesn’t even eat and he just walks through the door for work.

It's been two years since the last time I’ve seen the fattest boy in the world, Zachary Beaver. It’s the middle of summer in my small Texan town Antlers, Texas. Nothing has happen since Zachary has left. My mom never returned home, but I’m not surprised. Cal and I still did everything together it's like me and him are glued to each other. My dad was still a horrible cook, but he was still delivering his precious worms to all the bait shops. Scarlett and Juan are going steady still and of course Scarlett was even hotter than ever. Ferris was still making good money at the Bowl-a-Rama with the help of Myrtie Mae always styling up the place. It wasn't a surprise to me that nothing has been happening in this little old town like this.

I woke up in hot sweat, well, not a hot sweat exactly, but it felt like my body was melting and my head felt quite foggy. I didn't really pay attention to much that was different about my surroundings until I heard a faint, yet gentle voice approach me from across the hall. It sounded like Phoebe but different. The voice sounded older and less pure, so it couldn't be Phoebe. Everything just felt different. I noticed the clothes I was wearing were drab. If I was at Pencey I would be shamed by the entire class for showing up in these clothes. Making the connection I realised I was in quite a small room with not much to it. There was a desk which held a mountain of papers. There was an old rickety chair, and a small dresser. Other than that

The car kept going off onto the shoulder going sixty miles per hour without even realizing it. I’m - I can’t seem to - keep my mind to it. I was tired and numb and Linda kept bothering me with her questions. She wondered if I smashed the car, or if I needed new glasses, or if the steering was causing it, or if my mind were too overactive. I was perfectly fine, observing the beautiful country scenery and all of the sudden I couldn’t focus anymore. I got as far as a little above Yonkers. I stopped for a cup of coffee. Maybe it was the coffee. I have such thoughts, I have such strange thoughts. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something is different. My family thinks that I am going mad and they say that I talk to myself. I’m not mad. I have just been reliving the days where everything was good, when I was successful when Biff was successful, and when this stinking city wasn’t so crowded. To top it all off, my lazy bum of a son, Biff, is back home from Texas. He’s wasted his life out tramping outside when he could be a success. Oh, my boy. He was such a great in high school. Like a Hercules. That’s one thing about Biff. He’s a young man with such personal attractiveness, he’s not lazy. I remember when Biff was just a boy and I was going to show him all of the towns where people knew me and he would’ve worshipped me like a god. Biff - the girls worshipped him- the captain of the football team. I remember how he bragged that he was going to throw a touchdown for me. He waved to me right up from the field, with the representatives of three colleges standing by. He’ll worship me again yet, just you see. And he’ll be a success too, you just

According to Brand (n.d) the political system of Sparta had many layers in the decision making process and consisted mainly from the Assembly, the Gerousia and the Euphors. Only male and free citizens were allowed to be a part of the decision making process and the relevant bodies while at the same time people who lost their citizenship were not allowed to be members to either the Assembly, Gerousia or the Euphors (Brand, n.d). According to Brand (n.d) the Spartan Assembly was the least powerful body followed by the Gerousia and the Euphors however mostly the Gerousia and the Euphors had significant powers and members of both bodies they had to be older than 60 years old. Apart from being the most powerful bodies of public governance in Sparta the requirement for both bodies was that other people would nominate candidates (Brand, n.d).

At last, the bell finally rung, and I was headed home to get my gear. Hastily packing because lessons began at approximately 4:30, with about an hour drive. I hopped in the car next to Carolyn with minimal excitement. My nerves began to set in. I sat back and attempted to relax while we traveled past Delaware onto Earlville. Watching cars and fields pass by aided me to relieve some stress. I quickly forgot where I was going and why. Time flew by in that red Ford Escape. The trip from Manchester to Asbury seemed to only take fifteen minutes instead of forty five. We arrived far too soon, yet we were still late.

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since