Chapter 3

I know Kat means well, but that was harsh, the way she spoke to her mother. I probably would have done the same thing to keep my baby sister safe, but I still cringe at the thought of leaving my mother with hurtful last words. It's so depressing the way she has no hope to return. She must survive, though! How would the successful trilogy be without Katniss?
Geez! I know it's true, but how could Gale talk so lightly of killing other tributes? Just like it's another animal to feed his family! Ugh, how can someone live in a community where the government is so overbearing that they make you kill each other? Even if there were seditious acts in the past, that's no reason to punish their descendants! I think it's funny that these people are treated like royalty; they have magnificent rooming, food, transportation, clothes... everything they never had! Then I think about why they get those things... and I shudder in disgust.
The mockingjay story is sweet. I can imagine little Kat being dwarfed next to her tall daddy, and I can imagine his high, sweet melody... mmm... It's a nice memory in the rough times. I am grateful to Madge for giving the little pin to Kat.
As they watch the program reviewing the day's activities, I try not to think about Kat and Peeta's safety; only of a festive game, the way the Capitol wants the people to see it. Unfortunately, I end up sizing them up anyways. District 2's boy seems like a potential problem. Foxface girl from 5 seems sly and conniving... maybe it's just the description. The crippled boy I feel sorry for. It doesn't seem fair with his disability. Finally, the girl from District 11 makes me feel uneasy. I don't like thinking that Kat will have to kill a little girl so much like her sister in order to win. It doesn't seem fair. I don't like how the commentators condescended on District 12. They made them seem wrong and drunken when they actually had a more humane reaction to the brutality.
Kat and Peeta's comments to Effie make me smile, but when she points out that their fate is basically in his hands, my petty grin disappears. What hope is there for them now? If they have to rely on a drunken champion, how could they possibly survive in the arena? As if to drive the point home, Haymitch enters and falls in his own vomit. Ugh. This is going to be a disaster.