Uncovering It All

A bit of context: due to my insanely close grade to a B+ in my AP Lang class, I have decided to do the extra credit blog post that my teacher has graciously granted my fellow classmates and me. The prompt is to write a FanFic with The Great Gatsby characters in it. Yes, you read that right. A FanFic. This will be cringy as hell, so please bear with me as I try my hardest not to jump off of a cliff.          Gatsby's party was in full swing, and guests moved about in his house with illegal alcoholic drinks and fancy yet distasteful food in their hands. With the chandelier bright and the place decorated with colorful ornaments, the mansion looked different than it usually did. Nick stood on the steps with Jordan drinking champagne when all of a sudden, a butler handed them both small papers addressed to them. Nick and Jordan looked at each other questionably as they opened up their notes. Inside was a sentence with scribbled handwriting.                         Go to the third floor.

         In my last blog post, I talked about a few of my issues with "The Great Gatsby." When I wrote the piece, I only intended to leave it at that, but as I reach the beautiful end of the traumatizing story, I realize that my anger runs deeper than just hate for the white rich characters in the story. No, my main issue isn't with these people (although they are quite insufferable), but with the narrator, Nick Carraway. Yes, the main point of view is quite literally the most disgusting and loathed person in my book. In this post, I will list a few reasons on why I despise him so much, and why that anger led to my ultimate hatred of "The Great Gatsby."                  1.  He is actually such a bad narrator:      Genuinely, Nick's perspective annoys me so much in this story due to his unreliability as the narrator. He claims that he is an honest character, yet not even two chapters in, he sits idly while the husband (Tom) of his second cousin (Daisy) cheats

        To the immense joy of my AP English teacher, my class has finally entered the "The Great Gatsby" era, where we talk about rich people, white people, and to no one's surprise, rich white people. In all honesty, I don't really understand the hype around the book. Sure, the book cover with the eyes is pretty, but I'm only two chapters in and already want to gauge my eyes out. The only fun thing about this otherwise sad, sad period is the fact that my teacher allows us to openly criticize and judge the characters in the story. Of course, it would be hard not  to judge the cast when all they do is break laws, be racist, and spend money like they have trees of it in their backyards. I mean, come on, you're seriously telling me two people in the 1920s spent over $1,200 in two days? In 2023, that's equivalent to $18,421.56! Over 18 freaking thousand dollars! Divided equally, that's a little more than $9,000 a day. I may not know a lot, but $9,000 dolla