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.
12/21/10
Tuesday, December 21
We took a vocabulary test today. If you were not in class, please see me to make this up.
Writing prompts due today.
Read chapters 14-15 in Their Eyes Were Watching God for Wednesday.
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