6^th Week of 1^st Nine Weeks

Global Perspectives

Monday, September 21^st:

Political Cartoon/Current Event #1

Lesson #8 for Mexico, Our Neighbor

Tuesday, September 22^nd:

Latin America Map Test #5; Map Final is September 29^th

Coyotes: Chapter 4 questions due

• Assign Chapter 5 Questions, due Sept. 29^th

Wednesday, September 23^rd:  Lesson #9 Mexico, Our Neighbor

Thursday, September 24^th:  Test #1

Friday, September 25^th:  Lesson #10 for Mexico, Our Neighbor

European History

Monday, September 21^st:

Political Cartoon/Current Event #3

Lesson #8 for European History:  The Beginnings

Tuesday, September 22^nd:  Lesson #9 for European History:  The Beginnings

Wednesday, September 23^rd:

Heart of Darkness:  Grade and discuss Part II Worksheet

• Assign Part III Worksheet, due Wednesday, September 30^th

Thursday, September 24^th:  Lesson #10 European History:  The Beginnings

Friday, September 25^th:  Lesson #11 European History:  The Beginnings

U.S. History

Monday, September 21^st:

P. Cartoon/CE  #1

William Penn-GC

Tuesday, September 22^nd:  Lesson #7 for U.S. History

Wednesday, September 23^rd:  Lessons #8 for U.S. History

Thursday, September 24^th:

The Great Gatsby: Grade Ch. 4-6 Worksheet

• Assign Ch. 7-9 lesson, due Wednesday, September 30^th

Friday, September 25^th:  The War to End All Wars-GC

Write a well-developed paragraph discussing the meaning of each of the following quotations.  Due the last Thursday of the quarter.  (This year it is Thursday, October

I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the entrenched metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of nights and life.

—Nick

I spent my Saturday nights in New York, because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were still with me so vividly that I could still hear the music and the laughter, fainter and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive. One night I did hear a material car there, and saw its lights stop at his front steps. But I didn’t investigate. Probably it was a final guest who has been away at the ends of the earth and didn’t know that the party was over.

—Nick

One of my most vivid memories is of coming back West from prep school and later from college at Christmas time. Those who went farther than Chicago would gather in the old dim Union Station at six o’clock of a December evening, with a few Chicago friends, already caught up in their own holiday gayeties, to bid them a hasty good-bye. I remember the fur coats of the girls returning from Miss This-or-That’s and the chatter of frozen breath and the hands waving overhead as we caught sight of old acquaintances, and the matchings of invitations: “Are you going to the Ordways’? the Herseys’? the Schultzes’? and the long green tickets clasped tight in our gloved hands. And last the murky yellow cars of the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul railway looking cheerful as Christmas itself on the tracks beside the gate.

When we pulled out into the windier night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.

—Nick

Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood or desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

—Nick

“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

—Daisy about her daughter

“He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”

-Nick about Gatsby

“The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”

—Nick about Gatsby

“That’s my Middle West . . . the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.”

—Nick

“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—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

—Nick

“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”
—Nick, on Gatsby
“Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known”

—Nick, on himself

“Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can.”

—Gatsby

“There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind…”

—Nick, on Tom Buchanan

“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. Well, if that’s the idea you can count me out…”

— Tom Buchanan, on Gatsby

“They’re a rotten crowd….You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

— Nick, on Gatsby

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

Nick, on the Buchanans

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Nick