The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

1. “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” (p. 1)

““It’s not a question of whether you will hurt, or of how much you will hurt; it’s a question of what you will do, and how well you will do it, while pain has her wanton way with you.”””

Foreshadowing – “ And there was the living room, signs of a struggle. I already knew Amy wasn’t phoning back.”(31) This gives the book a fairly dark twist, suggestion that the wife might be dead, or murdered.

The party ended up not being the complete disaster, I was expecting. I managed to divert most of the inconvenient questions, giving my nice fake smile and saying everything was fine. The girls noticed my hair and went all night, telling me how beautiful I am as a redhead, and that I should have painted that color a long time ago, as I always said I wanted. I didn’t tell them it's been a year or so that I am not a brunette anymore.

To me, the first part of the book is really important. It made me want to read the book more, and I became more interested in each character. Because of this, both of the important passages that I picked are about the storked baby. In chapter eleven, “She looks at Connor. Still red, he intentionally avoids her gaze. The reason Connor gave was a lie. Something else drove him to run to that porch. But whatever the real reason was, Connor's keeping it to himself” (Shusterman 50). Once I read this sentence, I believed that Connor must has a really interesting background and experiences. I started to get interested in this character. And I personally think that the storked baby actually is the transition of the personalities of characters. Mostly,

Every time i read this book,i would try my best to understand what attitude Bauby treated to

The characters tone of during the first two paragraphs of the book shows that the character is very straight forward towards the audience. He doesn’t want the audience to be unknown by what is happening. Such as in the book he says “. And, let me confess, you feel that way most of the time. You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you're a part of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it's seldom successful.”(PAGE 3). This quote helps the reader learn about the the truth that the narrator is trying to tell, showing the reader that his darkest secret is the very truth

“Jackie, you can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continues. “Once upon a time” Jim screams. He rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl and Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, walking towards Jim's tent. Opening the tents flap reveals Jim smothering his face into his pillow, crying. “Oh, I didn't mean to scare you with my story, Jim” apologized Carl.“It's just a story, Jim, there's nothing to be afraid of.” sneered Jackie, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Jackie! You know I don't like scary stories!” He cried, muffled by his pillow. “Hey, listen Jim, you can't

I turned around and saw his character, SynHD, standing there. His player was wearing quite strong looking armour so I'm assuming he was just fighting something very strong. I noticed a subscriber notification pop up so I muted myself and quickly thanked them before un-muting and handing Tom the Thaumometer. I heard a thank you from him so I replied with a your welcome before muting myself to do my own things.

The moon shone bright, but the dark long clouds blocked all light coming from above. Instead of the moon’s light shining on the Earth’s surface, lightning began to take its course and began to light up the sky. As the rain poured hard onto the roof of James’s house, lightning constantly struck along with the sound of thunder shortly following the flash. James’s room was very bright and it shone almost as bright as the lightning when Mike crept up along the side of the house. Picking up small pebbles and other objects, Mike tried to throw them at James’s window. He had a set of plans to scare the boys and this was only the first step. It took Mike several tries to try to scare the boys. It wasn’t until he saw them peek outside to see what was hitting the window thinking the thumps were just the rain. On James’s perspective, his room was filled with the music that was playing very loudly along with the squeaks the bed. The two boys were actually

I look up from my book. It seems like I’ve been sitting in the car for hours. Finally I see that we’re getting of the freeway. If you’re wondering who I am, where I’m going, and who’s with me and where I am, I’m about to tell you. First off, I’m Richie. Secondly, I’m going shopping for a trailer. Thirdly, I’m going with my mom, dad, brother, and grandparents and fourthly, I don’t remember Ok, let’s continue with the narrative. I look up again. I see a big tent. A big white tent. We drive up to it and I see tons of parking spaces. We park in the front, my dad says, “Get out. We’re here,” and I hop out of the car in a hurry.

A mechanical “CAW” filled the air, emanating from the stuffed crow Flame squeezed in his arms. “It worked again” he thought. Flame was in a small white room with a narrow window, with no windowsill, and a single door to the outside. He knew it was unlocked, as he'd never caused a large enough racket to justify the need for security. The room’s contents were a bed with a tiny nightstand, and Flame with the stuffed crow. Flame looked at the crow. He had been given Turnip the first time he came here. He had suffered a nightmare, a more common event than he liked, and wandered out of the room for a drink of water. A nurse found him and had him choose from the buddy pile, a closet bin filled with stuffies. Flame didn’t want to admit it, but he took a lot of comfort in Turnip. Since then, he'd been given Turnip again each time, which was okay in Flame’s book. He turned himself toward the center of the room and sat up. He looked out the window, and saw the sun shining through. “Ugh”, Flame grabbed his covers and buried himself and Turnip, hoping he would fall back to sleep. There was a rap at the door as a nurse popped in. “Wakey wakey. Up and at it Flame, you know we won't let you sleep the day away!”. Flame groaned, “Vampires don’t wake during the day, you know that. I”m just one of the few who don’t burn up right away, though keep in mind, I still burn” his voice was muffled in Turnip’s wings. The nurse

I hate the forest of sleepy hollow that is the only thing wrong with this neighborhood. It’s too big and it’s hard to find your way in and out of this place. Especially when you are looking for someone it’s like finding a needle in a haystack. My watch beeps it was 12:00 a.m. it was officially Stewart’s birthday. “Hi Peter” said Stewart happily, I look down Stewart was right in front of me. For a guy who is turning thirteen, you would assume he would be a bit taller. “Guess what big P I’m now thirteen years old I’m officially a teenager now” said Stewart. “happy birthday Stewart, where Jeff?” replied Peter “oh he went to go get some water from my house” replied Stewart. I have not seen Jeff in a while, apparently his brother Noah, has been

The only camper who routinely returned week after week was Isaac. Not to be deceived by looks, he had feathery blonde hair and blue eyes brimming with mischief. His height was not something to be underestimated, as he was four years old and scarcely approaching three feet. On the first day, he arrived in a yellow rain jacket accompanied with red boots on and a necklace in his pocket. He was quiet, attentive, and stood shyly, twirling the necklace around his fingers. I threw my friend a look of gratitude; she had found me a job that would be easily accomplished. Nine days later, I started wishing for any other place to be. Isaac had begun to become exasperated on a daily basis, until one day when he decided to leave the campground all together

On the last day of school my friends Jack, Ian, and Tom decided that they were going to find their way into his house and see what he does all day. The plan was simple; everyone was going to “sleepover” Tom’s house. We picked Tom’s house because he only lived five houses down the street from Mr. Gronk and he snuck out of his house all of the time because his parent’s bedroom was on the third floor, and we would leave tom’s house through the door in the basement, loud noises were not going to be an issue. The issue would be finding our way over to Mr. Gronk’s house at one in the morning.