OKAY!! so this is my first time doing a journal and I really don't know what they are used for but whatever.
For this journal I just wanted to share my little LA assignment that I had to do and it was to write a panegyric, which is basically a eulogy of praise about the person who died. It was supposed to be what Jem would write if he made one for Mrs. Dubose so I hope you enjoy!
And sorry if there are grammar mistakes
“I would walk past Mrs. Dubose’s house with Scout whenever we would go to town. Mrs. Dubose would always tell us of our family’s shortcomings such as our behavior and her melancholy thoughts on what will happen to us in the future. I wasn’t very close with Mrs. Dubose and only really got close to her when I read aloud to her for two hours until a month passed. At first I was reluctant to go, the house was dark, smelled and I wasn’t really sorry for ruining her camellias, but I don’t think I really had a choice in that matter.
When I started reading to Mrs. Dubose Scout would come along and sit with me as I read. Later on as time passed it started to become a routine, after school Scout and I would go to Mrs. Dubose’s house, I would read aloud to her, when I got stuck on a word Mrs. Dubose would help, and the sound of the alarm would signal our time to leave. When a month passed and I read for another week Mrs. Dubose dismissed us one last time, but at that moment I did not realize it would be our last.
I remember that spring when the telephone rang and Atticus left to go down to Mrs. Dubose’s house. When he came back with a box and the news of her death the first thing I could say was ‘Oh’. Atticus then told us that Mrs. Dubose had a morphine addiction and before she died she wanted to get free of it. To pass the time while she was being treated she made me read to her. I asked if she died free and Atticus said she did. Finally, Atticus gave me the box that he carried in and told me Mrs. Dubose wanted me to have it. Inside the box was a white, waxy, perfect camellia, a Snow-On-The-Mountain. I threw the camellia down and I realized that Mrs. Dubose was a brave lady. Even if we didn’t get along most of the time I spent time with a lady that should be looked up to for her courageousness in defeating her addiction before she died. She should be praised for braving through death until the end. For Mrs. Dubose I will never forget the little time I spent with her and it was all because of a snow white camellia.”