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.
1/14/10
Thursday, January 14
Today, your journals were due! You need to turn in 16 journals, one of which you must choose for me to grade closely. All make up work is due tomorrow.
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