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Damn. I wish I was in one of the bigger classes. At least in there there’s a lower probability of me being called on. Fifteen minutes flew by in no time and Mrs. Sorun didn’t have the patients to wait and let us realize it on our own. “Time’s up! Let me see…” Pacing back and forth with a pressed finger against her lip, she stopped in front of the unlucky first victim. “We’ll start with you, Mr. Evans.” Whew, good thing it wasn’t me. Going first means you’re the one who sets the bell curve, aka, the tone setter. Everyone else’s grade depends on what type of impression you give. Leave a bad one and the professor won’t expect too much out of the rest of us. Leave too much of a good one and you’re an enemy of the class. However, waiting to go last is a bigger no, no because there’s always that one showboating student, me, who goes above and beyond to make their answer spectacular, leaving you doubting the quality of your own work. Those bastards, me, sickens their fellow classmates to the point of wanting to vomit. In conclusion, as long as you get in between the first and halfway point person, where said showboating student usually goes, you should be good. CLUCK! “Stop spacing out, Mr. Anderson,” Mrs. Sorun said, who had thrown a paper wad at my head. “Part of your grade is listening to what your peers have to say and right now you’re failing.” Paper wad toss aside, and it isn’t easy, listening to my ‘peer’s’ responses is a bigger hassle than coming up with a response, specifically those who reads slow with no flow and have a hard time pronouncing simple words. In fact, it is those same people who have the nerves to raise their hand when the teacher asked ‘would someone like to volunteer to read? If not, I’ll just do it.’ ... ... middle of paper ... ...this. This was eating away at me for some reason. “No one should want a sap in a relationship and if they do they’re obviously dumb.” For the third time today, everyone in the classroom was in a standstill. Eventually, I was greeted with eighteen pair of eyes, which appeared to say, ‘who in the hell do you think you are talking to her like that?’ heck, you would’ve thought I called the girl out of her name with the dirty stares I was receiving. “Pardon me?” Miss Allen asked, finally putting an end to the creepy ass moment of deadly silence. The perplexed expression on her face grew more confound with each passing second, but the gentleness in her eyes remained the same. Better end this quick before I draw any more attention to myself. “Miss Allen…” “You may call me Ariana. Sorry for the intrusion.” Never in my life have I seen such a polite interruption before.
In the novel, The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, many of the characters live in an illusory world and only some can see past this. In the novel, West Egg and its residents represent the newly rich, while East Egg represents the old aristocracy. Gatsby seeking the past, Daisy is obsessed with material things, Myrtle wanting Tom to escape her poverty, George believing that T.J. Eckleburg is God, and Tom believing he is untouchable because of his power and wealth are all examples of the illusion v. reality struggle in the novel and Nick, the only character aware of reality, witnesses the fall of all the characters around him to their delusions.
According to the dictionary, the definition of dissatisfaction is the quality or state of being unhappy or discontent. Dissatisfaction is a disease that theoretically knows no prejudices, has no cure, and almost everyone has it. This is a global epidemic, that can destroy a man in the time it takes to snap your fingers. Physically most people will be alright but discontent will rot you to the core on the inside. Unfortunately, not being content seems to be a very common part of society today and in the past. The theme of not be satiated by life is especially seen in the famous novel, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. All the characters in this novel seemingly have achieved the american dream but they are all unhappy and never get what they really want in the end. Also, no character is satisfied with their marriage, with love, and with life in general. They are all unhappy with their lives and they destroy the lives of others in order to satisfy themselves. The Great Gatsby teaches us that even being wealthy and powerful, people can still be dissatisfied and will do anything in order to be happy. Therefore, despite believing that we have it all, dissatisfaction still plagues the human spirit.
The American Dream The American Dream was the philosophy that brought people to America and to start a new life in a strange, foreign land. Due to this dream, it was believed that America was the land of opportunity, wealth, and prosperity. The dream consists of three components: all men are equal, man can trust and should help his fellow man, and the good, virtuous and hard working are rewarded. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby is a condemnation of American Society and focuses on its downfall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. Throughout time and space, the world has seen many writers that have altered life as we know it. The world continues to change as an ever-shifting ball of culture and intellect. Man's history has given us writers like Shakespeare, who is still misunderstood to this day, and Homer, a man that has many Americans thinking of a cartoon character with the lack of intelligence.
A moment in time that I hold close to myself is the funeral of my grandmother. It occurred a couple of weeks ago on the Friday of the blood drive. The funeral itself was well done and the homily offered by the priest enlightened us with hope and truth. But when the anti-climatic end of the funeral came my family members and relatives were somberly shedding tears. A sense of disapproval began creeping into my mind. I was completely shocked that I did not feel any sense of sadness or remorse. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to mourn, but there was no source of grief for me to mourn. My grandma had lived a great life and left her imprint on the world. After further contemplation, I realized why I felt the way I felt. My grandmother still
“I see you Mr. Adza, I see right through you. You think you can charm your way out of any situation with your big smile and smooth way with words, but you can’t just coast through life with this sort of arrogant, nonchalant attitude. One day its really gonna bite you in the ass,” said Mr. Jansen, as he towered over my desk. Most of the class had scurried out at the sound of the school bell. I was simply trying to explain to the man that my random outbursts in class actually did him a favor because it loosened my classmates up, freeing their mind for the learning process. In fact, Mr. Jansen and I were actually a team. We were the dream team! I was the comic relief and he was the scholar. We went hand in hand.
Most students, like Alyssa, study and try their ultimate best to get the highest grade. However, once in awhile, students’ efforts fall short of their goal, and punishment leads to health problems and deteriorating relationships. Punishing their efforts send a negative signal, saying, “Your efforts are getting you nowhere.” Consequently, students feel as if their absolute best is worthless and believe in the pressure from their parents. Responses to this notion vary,
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…And one fine morning—-So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Today, Monday, March 2, 2015 we studied that HOW you say things is just as important as WHAT you say. Like when you're talking to someone and you don’t make eye contact it can be really annoying. Deputy Herwig put our class in groups of 2, then he told the longest haired person out of the group to choose a subject off of the board to tell our partner about. Next he told the long hair people to put down their heads and the shorter haired people to listen up. “Your job is to not listen to them while they are talking.” So they didn’t and it was so annoying! I was really excited about a trip I had been on so I told them about it and all they did was stare off into space, doodle on a piece of paper, or not make eye
The question is can you “repeat the past” like Gatsby wanted to do with Daisy. Though to be honest yes you very well could try to repeat the past; but in all realization it would never be one-hundred percent the same as it was the very first original time it occurred. In my opinion I wouldn’t like going and repeating the past.
The next day came and I was still feeling quite uneasy about the night before. The ground wore it’s fog blanket straight up to it’s chin. Fog so thick that I could barely see Gatsby's house from the window. It didn't help that the lights were off all morning. Around 10:15, I saw Gatsby getting out of a taxi cab. He saw me peek through the window and gave me a wave. He mouthed to me, “it's alright Old Sport.” And, that's the last time I saw Mr. Gatsby for awhile.
“Rosalie Ryan,” the doctor came in and asked. “I have some bad news to tell you…” as he said that everyone’s smiled disappeared. Everyone eyed him like he was about to give us some life threatening news.
“I’m terribly sorry,” the receptionist said. “She’s in the B Wing upstairs. Her room number is 256.”
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“Stop.” She seemed oddly calm for once. “Get over here.” I was confused. What was happening? Did I do something wrong?