Stream of Consciousness

Fourth turn on the lefthand side of the road. Then you pass the flags and the bushes. The car drives a short ways, then you arrive at the gates. Will they remember me? Maybe. It's been two years. I had to leave. I had to get out. I miss the turn for my street, and continue on. I remember how the streets used to light up at night. How cars would race past. How I used to run with Jayden along the side of the road, as if we could get ahead of the cars racing past. The sun was falling. I remembered how they would come out at night. Their tan and fit bodies. Carrying their heads high. Their young following them, their antlers barely sprouting. The froze at the smallest sound. Their ears would perk up and you could only catch a brief glimpse. It was a night like this when I decided. I left. Lost for two years, to return to an unknown place. 

Is the Great Gatsby good?

The Great Gatsby has done good by helping people realize not everything is as it seems. For example, when looking at Tom and Daisy's marriage everything may seem wonderful. They are very rich, have a huge house, and are starting a family. However, Tom is constantly cheating on Daisy and abandoned her when she was giving birth to their daughter. Also, the audience realizes that there is more to Gatsby. Gatsby also is very rich, and hosts huge parties at his enormous house. But Gatsby isn't a stereotypical rich person who only cares about money and nothing else. He has been completely devoted to Daisy and loved her for the past five years. I think this book does a good job of making the audience aware that not everything is as it seems. This novel embodies the term "don't judge a book by its cover".

Gatsby Rewritten

"How is he doctor"
"He'll make it, but give him time Mr. Carraway."
"Thank you, I will."
At this point it looked like he would never wake up. His face was pale and sickly, that reassuring smile wiped from it. The only thing that let me know he was alive was his chest weakly moving with each shallow breath he took.
Two days earlier, myself along with some of Gatsby's servants had found him lying in his marble pool, the water red from his blood. Even in death he seemed happy. His eyes were closed, but he was wearing his rare smile, as if he was at peace. We immediately pulled him out of the water, and surprsingly he was still breathing. I remember the wails of the sirens, and the shouts as he was rushed in an ambulance to the nearest hospital. Waiting for him to wake up felt like an eternity. Of course Tom and Daisy never picked up, for they were careless people. They had run off again, they never wanted to deal with whatever chaos and destruction they caused. I left Gatsby briefly to go home and change clothes. I also stopped by his mansion to grab some clothes for him and one of his books in case he decided to waken.
I was reading one of the novels from his library, one that had astounded the man with the owl eyes, when my thoughts were interrupted.
"Good to see you, old sport."
I chuckled, and I didn't need to look up to know that I would see one of those reassuring smiles, that believed and understood you as much as you wanted to be understood and believed in.

It took Gatsby a few months to recover, and in that time Tom and Daisy never showed their faces. It wasn't until early 1923 that we heard of Tom and Daisy. The great football star Tom Buchanan and his family was missing, after driving home from a party in Chicago and crashing their car. They had found the body of a young girl, but the others were missing. When I first heard, I debated whether or not I should tell Gatsby. Eventually I did, and he simply responded with "Thank you, old sport."

I knew he wanted to be alone, and when I came back early the next day I found him on his dock, staring at that green light across the water. He was wearing the same shirt as the day before, one of the ones that Daisy had cried over. But as soon as he heard my footsteps, he stood up and collected himself. He took out his yellow car, and we went to lunch in the city. As we passed between West Egg and New York, we drove through the valley of ashes. I saw Wilson's car shop, which was now abandoned and lifeless. I glanced at Gatsby who looked at the Wilson's old shop before quickly turning his eyes back onto the road.
It was just Gatsby and I now, alone driving on the endless road along the valley of ashes. Jay had been devoted to her for the past five years, his first and only love. But the world continued taking what he found most valuable away from him. She was his first love, but he finally seemed to be moving on, working towards finding his own way and finding himself again.
As I thought about all this, I didn't notice the eyes of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg, watching and brooding over the two men from West Egg.

The Great Tatsby

If Gatsby got a tattoo it would be a daisy or something that symbolizes where Gatsby met/last saw Daisy. For the past five years Gatsby has been completely devoted to Daisy and determined to win her back. He hasn't stopped loving her and his tattoo would be something that represents his affection to her. Gatsby's tattoo would be either on his chest or back near his heart.

"He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God."

Past Blogger

Gatsby wants to repeat the past so that he can be with Daisy again. He wants to go back to before he was sent overseas and before Daisy had met Tom. A few years ago they were together and were happy, but now Daisy's marriage to Tom complicates things. Gatsby and Daisy love each other but Gatsby wants more than to be just someone she is having an affair with. He wants her to leave Tom and admit that she never loved him, and be with him from now on. You can repeat the past by doing the same thing again, or by falling back into past habits. I would only repeat certain events that happened in the past, but overall I wouldn't want to repeat the entire past.

Achievement Blogger

He anxiously waited in his seat, tapping his foot against the floor without stopping. He could feel his heart beating rapidly, as if it was going to burst out of his chest. It felt as if he had been sitting there for days, instead of just a few hours. He waited for his moment as they called each name one by one. His shirt clung to his back, as sweat dripped down his forehead. Finally it was time. He stood up nervously, and starting walking towards the stage. He felt like running, wanting to hold it in his hands as soon as possible. But he forced himself to walk as normally as possible, praying not to fall in front of hundreds of people and their cameras. As he walked up the steps, he was temporarily blinded from the flash of all the cameras. As they called his name, he slowly made his way across the stage, to shake the Director's hand. They handed him his diploma, and the biggest smile broke out on his face. His eyes stung from happiness, and tears slowly spilled from his eyes and down his cheeks.

Modernist or Classicist?

I would choose to live in the Modernist period because I like the idea of helping people to change their lives for the better. Modernism caused people to question their actions and values, and change how they see the world. The Modernist period seems more honest and open, because it challenges people to see things from a different perspective. It also alllowed more room for expression and more possibilites for how writers could express themselves in many different ways.