Journal # 8 ch 25-27 Perspective of Jem

School had started and Scout and I take walk past the Radley house everyday once again. I was now in the seventh grade and Scout was now in the third. Things were different now. I didn't see Scout often. I would walk to school with her and then see her a meal times, but other than that we didn't see each other.
During the year we had football try outs, and I went out but I didn't make the team. I was too slender and young to try out so the only other option was carrying the teams water buckets.
One day after school I was sitting in my room reading a magazine, and then Scout dropped on by. Scout was talking to me about how her third grade teacher was talking about Hitler and how he persecuted the Jews. Scout went on and asked me " How could Miss Gates talk about equality when she came out of the courtroom after the trial telling Miss Stephanie Crawford that it was about time that someone taught the blacks in this town a lesson?" I became very angry with Scout. I never wanted to hear about that trial again. I yelled to Scout. "I never want to hear about the courthouse again, ever,ever you hear me? Now go on!" Scout walked quickly from out of my room and shut the door softly. I felt kind of bad for yelling at Scout. Especially because of the way she looked at me. I could tell she was shocked. I was so mad though, but in an emotional way. I was mad instead of sad, I guess to hide the sadness that I felt from the trial. I went on reading my magazine, but couldn't read because my mind was focused on what happened the day of the trial. I tried to read but I went get side tracked and kept thinking of what happened that day. The trial played in my head as I kept thinking of the obscure thing that happened to Tom. I didn't want to think of the trial anymore so I thought about what Scout had said to me. It was like a scene replaying as I thought. As I thought of what Scout had said to me, I was now mad at her teacher Miss Gates. I was mad at her because she lied to Scout. I was then searching for that one word that would describe people like Miss Gates, and then I figured out that Miss Gates was a hypocrite. The day had ended quickly and it was getting dark. Every time I looked outside my window it seemed to get darker and darker in seconds. It was bright and then you could see the sun fall behind the housed. It turned to dusk and all that was left to see was the stars. I crept into bed and stared into the darkness. I was sustained, until it turned pitch black.