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Hello Would you please fix some mistakes i wrote and or rewrite…
Hello Would you please fix some mistakes i wrote and or rewrite with better and professional writing thanks so much
The talks is:
Part 1: Autobiography Excerpt
Autobiographies are a written account of a person’s life recorded by that person. As a result, autobiographies include personal reflections of events that have occurred a person’s life.
Your task is to write an excerpt (section) that would be found in the autobiography of one of the characters from The Great Gatsby. You are not writing the whole autobiography. This excerpt will be written from the perspective of your assigned character. Your character should be commenting on a section of the novel (a specific event or situation). It is important to include how the character feels and thinks (it should reflect their character), how they perceive themselves and others, as well as what other characters think of them.
Remember, that the style of the writing and responses should feel like they come from your assigned character. This may be written as a narrative (in a story telling format), or as a reflection (diary/blog style format). For example, if your character was Daisy, you could write about Daisy’s first encounter with Gatsby from her perspective. You could simply use that section of the novel and rewrite it as if Daisy is telling that part of the story instead of Nick. You could also write it as if Daisy is reflecting back on the days events in a diary entry.
Your autobiography excerpt must be 250-500 words typed double spaced (1-2 pages max.)
Step by Step Instructions for Writing Your Autobiography Excerpt:
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2. Choose a section of the novel that you wish to reflect upon in your excerpt. look at the autobiography above and reflect on it.
3. Plan your excerpt. Consider the style (narrative or reflective) and how your character would feel/think about that section of the novel.
4. Write your excerpt.
5. Draft and revise your excerpt.
6. Complete a final copy of your excerpt
Could you make a title for it too.
“Shall we all go in my car?” Gatsby suggested, running his fingers over the hot, green leather seat. “I ought to have left it in the shade.” I glanced at the standard shift and asked, “Is it standard shift?” “Yes,” Gatsby replied. “Well, you take my coupe and let me drive your car to town,” Tom proposed. I felt a twinge of annoyance at Tom’s arrogance. The suggestion didn’t sit well with Gatsby, who objected, “I don’t think there’s much gas.” “Plenty of gas,” Tom said loudly, glancing at the gauge. “And if it runs out, I can stop at a drugstore. You can buy anything at a drugstore nowadays.” A strange expression crossed Gatsby’s face, and I found it both unfamiliar and vaguely recognizable, as if I had only heard it described in words. “Come on, Daisy,” Tom urged, guiding her towards Gatsby’s car. “I’ll take you in this circus wagon.” Daisy resisted, stepping away from the circle of Tom’s arm. “You take Nick and Jordan. We’ll follow you in the coupe.” She walked closer to Gatsby, gently touching his coat with her hand. Tom, Nick, and I got into the front seat of Gatsby’s car. Tom hesitated as he grappled with the unfamiliar gears, and then we sped off into the sweltering heat, leaving Gatsby and Daisy behind. “Did you see that?” Tom demanded. “See what?” Nick asked innocently, though Nick and I were both well aware of the tension in the air. He scrutinized me, realizing that Nick and I must have known something all along. “You think I’m pretty dumb, don’t you?” he suggested. “Perhaps I am, but I have a – almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to do. Maybe you don’t believe that, but science ” He paused, getting pulled back from the edge of a theoretical abyss by the immediate situation. “I’ve made a small investigation of this fellow,” he continued. “I could have gone deeper if I’d known ” “Do you mean you’ve been to a medium?” I asked humorously. “What?” Tom looked confused as Nick and I chuckled. “A medium?” I clarified, “About Gatsby.” “About Gatsby! No, I haven’t. I said I’d been making a small investigation of his past.” “And you found he was an Oxford man,” I interjected helpfully. “An Oxford man!” Tom was incredulous. “Like hell he is! He wears a pink suit.” “Nevertheless, he’s an Oxford man,” I insisted. “Oxford, New Mexico,” Tom sneered dismissively, “or something like that.” “Listen, Tom. If you’re such a snob, why did you invite him to lunch?” I retorted irritably. “Daisy invited him; she knew him before we were married God knows where!” Tom replied. The fading effects of the ale left us all irritable, and we drove in silence for a while. As Doctor T. J. Eckleburg’s faded eyes came into view down the road, I recalled Gatsby’s warning about gasoline.”
