What I was feeling when we went to the city

Talk about feeling uncomfortable. When we were sitting in that hot room in the city while Tom and Gatsby yelled at each other I just sat there quietly. This was not my fight to fight and I just felt out of place. Gatsby was trying to get Daisy to tell Tom that she never loved him but it didn’t seem to be working for him. I felt bad for him because all he wanted to do was live the life he had dreamed about for so long. Sitting there listening to all their arguing started to make me angry. Tom was calling Gatsby out on all the things he “lied” about. Telling him that he wasn’t an Oxford man and that his money was made illegally. When Gatsby finally told the truth about how he only went to oxford for a few months after the war I became even more impressed with him. I respected him on everything that he did even those things he chooses to keep quiet. I’m sure that even if he made his money illegally It was for a good cause. Looking back now, my respect for him may have blinded me from seeing his partially bad sides but even with them included Gatsby was still the greatest man I met that entire summer. When I saw him yell at Tom and lose his temper I wasn’t even scared or startled. I understood why he was so angry and I would have done the same thing.