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 — to-morrow 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.
3/3/11
Wednesday, March 2
Today: No writing prompt today :( Review article from yesterday Watch movie
Homework: Finish chapter 8 for Thursday Notes for the end of chapter 7 and all of chapter 8 are due Friday Persuasive essay due Friday
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