The Great Gatsby Narrative

I was anxious. It was the last day of my Junior year and my class had to take the Great Gatsby final in Mrs. Wright’s English class. The final was very crucial part of my grade because I had a borderline grade that I could not drop. Our substitute, Mr. Martin, had prepared us for a solid three weeks, so I was confident that I could pass the test with flying colors.
I heard the lunch bell ring and I knew what was to come. My friend David and I casually strolled to our English class where Mr. Martin welcomed us to the classroom. This was quite unusual, as he usually sat inside the class and waited for the students to come in. The classroom was brightly lit with white fluorescent lights and the walls were bare with no posters to prevent cheating on the final. When everyone came in and settled down, Mr. Martin began the final and I became tense. …show more content…
This test is not too bad after all, I bet people who didn’t even read the book can pass! About fifty minutes passed and I reached number fifty six on the test; the final began to feel like a challenge. I began to grit my teeth as I struggled to remember the details from the Great Gatsby. Quickly, everything became irritating to me. Ugh, I thought. This sweater is so scratchy and my jean joggers are really tight. David’s AXE body spray smells good and bad at the same time. I'm so confused! The class is so silent it’s actually