Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is my favorite time of year. It's not like Christmas, where people express their love for each other through gifts and other trivialities, but when people can simply express their thanks that they have such great people to support them in their lives. I am very thankful to have been placed in Mr. McCarthy's first period Brit Lit class this year. I was definitely not looking forward to having to take this class, and especially fearful that I might receive one of the notoriously difficult teachers here at  Whitney Young. Mr. McCarthy makes class fun, interesting, and all around enjoyable.  It's nice that we can have class discussions not only about the literature we are reading, but about real life situations and that we as a class can connect with our teacher as a human being, not just someone who's supposed to make our lives difficult. So thanks to Mr. McCarthy for being the great person and teacher that he is, and for understanding the struggles of living in Beverly and  making fun of me and Lizzie for it. Speaking of which, shoutout to the surprising large amount of south siders in this class, Lizzie, Tom, Claire, Gabe, and I guess Matt kinda counts, even though he hasn't experienced the real struggle of the Metra or Beverly/Mt. Greenwood stereotypes. I'm thankful for my group members, Charles, Amy, and especially Candance. Charles, although he is quiet, is full of knowledge and always knows what he's talking about, even when he doesn't always voice his opinion. Amy is a diligent worker and we can always count on her for good notes and quotes to support our answers. Candance has become a good friend of  mine this school year, and every morning when I walk into class she greets me with a smile and we talk about all of the drama happening in our lives. It's usually our fault that our group gets off topic, but when it comes time to work, she knows how to buckle down and get stuff done. Finally, thanks to Liam, Cole, and Matt Patt for making class entertaining and for making us all laugh, even when it's too early to do anything but sleep.

Then he is dead?

Are MacBeth-ish acts worth doing if one realizes the rewards for a month, a year, a score, or a lifetime? I personally don't think that such evil acts are worth performing for any reason, because even if one can reap the rewards for a lifetime, there are still consequences. One who kills is usually sought after to be killed, so there would be a constant fear of someone watching you and waiting to kill you. Also, if there is a hell, a murder or murderess will find themselves miserable in the afterlife because no one who takes someone's life can possibly go to heaven or not receive some kind of consequences. In order to take the life of another, especially for a reason as foolish as to be in power, one would not have much of a soul or a conscience to feel no remorse or guilt for the horrendous act they have committed. If the outcome of said murder is rewards for a lifetime, knowing that you had to kill someone to get to that place will always be in the back of your mind and will always haunt you. It will always be there, that you're living a lie and that your way of obtaining power was cruel and convoluted, not to mention unnecessary.