Journal Five

Everywhere I went today, it was like the only thing people could talk about was what happend to Finny. There was all different kinds of rumors, but soon enough a fact came from all of those lies. I soon found out that Finny had hurt one of his legs; It had been "shattered." As the time of day passed I could not go on longer listening to all the talk about Finny, so I isolated myself from everyone and everything. "I spent as much time as I could alone in our room, trying to empty my mind of every thought, to forget where I was, even who I was.

(This reminds me of myself sitting in my dorm to clear all of my thoughts.)

After a few days had passed, Dr. Stanpole had informed me of Finny’s well being. He had told me that Finny was finally in shape to have a few visitors. "He could stand a visitor or two now, after these very nasty few days." Before going to visit Finny, Dr. Stanpole had informed me of a few things. First, he told me that it was not a very clean break and he was still in pain. Soon after, the doctor informed me that Finny will be walking again. The next thing I was told was that Finny could no longer play sports. It was then that I started to feel the guilt for his fall. When Dr. Stanpole had told me this I started to freak out. "But he must be able to," I bust out, if his leg's still there, if you aren’t going to amputate it-you aren't, are you?.."

(I remember this being what it looked like as I first walked

into the hospital to visit Finny.)