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.