Mr. Birkway went around the whole room snatching journals. Alex Cheevey’s journal was covered with basketball stickers. Christy’s and Megan’s were slathered over with pictures of male models. The cover of Ben’s was a cartoon of a boy with a normal boy’s head, but the arms and legs were pencils, and out of the tips of the hands and feet were dribbles of words.
When he got to Phoebe’s desk, Mr. Birkway lifted up her plain journal and peeked inside. Phoebe was trying to slide down in her chair. “I didn’t write much.” Phoebe said. “In fact, I can hardly remember what I wrote about at all.”
By the time Mr. Birkway got to me, my heart was clobbering around so hard I thought it might leap straight out of my chest. “Deprived child,” he said. “You didn’t have a chance to write a journal.”
“I’m new-”
“New? How blessed,” he said. “There’s nothing in this whole wide world that is better than a new person!”
“So I didn’t know about the journals - “
“Not to worry!” Mr. Birkway said. “I’ll think of something.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant. I thought maybe he would give me a whole lot of extra homework or something. For the rest of the day, you could see little groups of people asking each other, “Did you write about me?” I was very glad I hadn’t written anything.
For a while, we didn’t hear any more about the journals.
Based on the details in the following passage what statement BEST provides an objective summary.