Jack let the last note of the song he was singing ring through the air. The D was way to flat, he thought to himself. It must be perfect! I can accept no less! He started the song over again. The last note remained flat. His face began to darken in color. He tried again. The results were no difference.
He began to feel his temper try to take over. Calm yourself, he spoke silently to his mind. Dont let them see your frustration. Stay true to your British nature. Be cool, calm, collected. So he tried again, never settling for anything That night at dinner, Jacks mom served the usual green leafy meal she always did.
Jack had been a vegetarian his whole life. Not by his own choice, but his mothers. When at a friends house the night before he starred longingly at the juicy beef before him. How he wanted to sink his teeth into that meat. He held in this urge the best he could. Never let them see you weak.
That was his motto. Jack sat by the crackling fire with his family. Tomorrow he would return to prep school. His family was enjoying their last night with everyone together. Jack sat in-between his brother Garret, and his sister Ellis. Jack struggled to keep quiet.
His parents always taught him to be seen and not heard. He noticed his siblings were doing the same. His dad was telling his mother a story about work that day. He described the loud, barbarian ways a foreigner had acted in the middle of an England road. Jack held his anger when hearing this. This man was disgracing England! He should have been taught better manners, Jack thought.
The Essay on Jack London
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He should have always strived for perfection. He should have been raised a vegetarian. He should have learned to be seen and not heard. Jack began tapping rapidly upon the floor. His mother frowned on him, but he couldnt bring Jack left for prep school that morning. For a second he couldnt find his chorus book.
A sudden rage overtook him as he began thrashing around madly throwing things in all directions. He had to find that book. Suddenly aware and embarrassed by his behavior, Jack ceased his tantrum. He took three small breathes and told him never to get so worked up again. Calmly he looked around. He didnt find his book that morning.
He bit back his tongue and kept all emotion out of view. Deep down he was upset at the imperfection he now had of misplacing such an important book. On the first day back to Jacks school he calmly walked down the hall, gazing at all the other boys dressed the same as him. Henry, A powerful member of the school band smirked at Jack and he felt anger shoot through his veins. Band was the only group above the chorus in the publics eye. Henry could never let Jack forget such a thing, and Jack hated him more than anything. For a second Jack considered smashing his overblown head into the wall and watching his pain and agony from something he had spawned.
The thought almost made him smile. Then he quickly rid himself of such an Idea. Never show emotion! Never show an imperfection! This is a bad start, he told
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