So, i was really bumme out that we couldnt build the guillotine this semester, as were all of you im sure. And to be perfectly honest, i didnt have high hopes for the alternative. a public reading just didnt seem as exciting. Even up until 7 on monday, i was wishing we had somethin better to do. One of our fellow class mates told me we should overthrow the final, and refuse to take it. I just laughed it off and said 'it wont work, its not worth tryin.' And then it started.
I cant explain the change that took place. I hope i'm not the only one who felt it. But just standing there in the group, reading, shouting, protesting against our makeshift French King...I go this sense of unity, this sense of purpose. Even though it was all set up and simply a re-enactment. And i realized just how real this situation was for so many people in the past. For people who realized, this is a radical idea, but it is what we believe in, and whether the odds are for us, or its plainly obvious that its a suicide mission, we are going to stand by it and fight to the death.
Today is thanksgiving. Just take a minute and meditate on what we have to be thankful for. Thank God for those radical believers and followers of truth, who gave everything they had so that we can have everything we have today.
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