The Great Gatsby Written Task 1

Practice Assignment: The Great Gatsby

October 1917
Dear Diary, I believe that there comes a time in every young woman’s life in which they believe they have fallen in love. For a long time I thought this was something that would just not happen to me, that was until I met him. He introduced himself as Jay Gatsby, a military officer in World War I. I must say he was very alluring and intriguing. We talked, just talked. It was nice, to just talk about life with someone, a stranger almost. I was very unsure of him at first; wanting him to prove to me that he was worth any of my time. Gatsby ended up telling me of his life and to say the least I was extremely impressed with his accomplishments. We got along well and I began to actually like him, a lot, which scared me considering he was still a stranger. The thought of him still being a stranger crossed my mind as I asked if he would like to come back to my house. When we arrived, and as I showed him around, you could tell he was very enthralled by my house. We, well, became very close that night, closer than I thought I would ever be with him. We parted our ways that night, but I found myself still thinking of him even after he left. He convinced me he could take care of me and that he had a stable life, which is exactly what I am looking for. I thought it was quite a coincidence when we met again two days later. Seeing him, kissing him, and being with him made me feel something I haven’t felt before. I soon realized I was falling for him, this man, and fast. Sadly, he told me he was only stationed here, in Louisville, for a short time and that he was being deployed for war. I promised to write and wait for him. I truly believe that he might be the one and I will wait for him, Jay Gatsby, because I think I do love him. The next time I write I hope to have followed through with this, but who knows what can happen in time. Hopefully soon, Daisy

Summer 1922
Dear Diary, It has been a while since I have written in you, in this time a lot has changed. I re-read the last entry I had written in this, which brought back many memories. However, I just thought it would be the right thing to say that I am not, nor did I end up with Gatsby. This, after reading the last entry, upset me a little. I almost feel like I let my younger self down, but I’m happy where I am at now in my life. I guess I should start with where it ended. So, Gatsby had left to fight in the war and I did exactly what I promised. I waited, but how long can you wait for someone that you don’t know will even come back. It came to a point where I had to move on with my life. Which is when I met my now husband, Tom Buchanan. He was smart, handsome, wealthy, and he showed that he could take care of me. I started to fall in love, and soon Gatsby was a distant memory. I ended up getting married to Tom, and now we have a daughter named Pammy. Motherhood is…something. I love my daughter, but mothering is not my cup of tea. However, I feel as though I am in a solid place in my life, it has its bumps recently. Tom really hasn’t been “loyal” lately. I have my suspicions. I have been thinking a lot though about Gatsby…what if I did wait for him? Summer 1922
Dear Diary, Since I have found you again, I find myself fighting the urge to write in you. But, I feel as though can let my true feelings about everything on this paper. So, I will. It hasn’t been too long since I had last written, but much has happened. My cousin Nick Caraway had moved to town, which is when everything began to change. Tom has been acting very sneaky and strange lately. I suspect he has been seeing another woman, but as for now I’m leaving it alone. Probably the most significant thing that has occurred is the fact that I had met with Gatsby again. I had thought it was going to just be tea with Nick when he appeared. He was jittery, as was I, and nervous. So nervous he knocked a clock over, apologizing profusely. We talked and I found myself falling again. That was until after when Gatsby had begun to fight with Tom. As the quarrel continued about my love and their love, I found myself leaning toward Tom. Though I had felt like I was falling for Gatsby just earlier that afternoon, I just felt like Tom was whom I should be with. Tom ended up sending me with Gatsby, though he knew he had won the argument. He was trying to prove a point, and it flustered me to the point that as I was driving I hit someone...a woman. I sped home, and on the way Gatsby had assured me not to worry that everything would be taken care of, but that wasn’t the case. One thing led to another, and Gatsby was shot and killed because of my deed. Tom and I have left; we didn’t stay to witness the aftermath. It was better that we left, I feel better now that we are gone. Though, there are some days where I feel the slightest guilt in the fact Gatsby had died for me. It’s funny how life works out.