The Thanksgiving air filled with the smell of homemade lamb. Yes, lamb, because turkeys are tasteless bird that didn’t deserve to be created.

At least that’s what Grandma says.

As all 10 grandchildren groan (because what is Thanksgiving without a turkey) they all sit around the dining room table. Everyone then goes around saying what they’re thankful for.

A pretty generic Thanksgiving.

Dessert is finished, and everyone says their goodbyes. Now, for the real fun to begin!

The 5 older grandchildren get into their Jeep Wrangler, and drive away.

First stop; Campus Martius, Detroit. For the past 4 years, the oldest of the Jurca grandchildren all go ice skating in Downtown Detroit and admire the giant Christmas tree placed at the foot of the ring.

Skating through the cool, crisp Detroit air, the smell of hot cocoa begins to rise.

As the skating nears to an end, the next endeavor begins; The Hard Rock Café.

Did everyone just stuff themselves with lamb? Yes. Does everyone not have any room for anything else? Yes.

But The Hard Rock Café on Thanksgiving Night is a tradition, and tradition is something we do not break.

After stuffing themselves there even more, and it only being 11:00pm, the night is still young.

Everyone hops back into the car and let’s the adventure continue to Great Lakes Crossing, because in less than 1 hour it’s Black Friday shopping!

They all stay until 1 am, when the mall closes, and shop until they drop.

But no, the fun doesn’t stop there!

Once that mall is closed, another is bound to be open!

Birch Run Outlet is open until 4 am, and thus the next destination.

They all walk and shop until they believe their feet will fall off. Finally, they all head back into the car and head home.Nothing feels sweeter than placing one’s head on their pillow with a full belly and a brand new wardrobe.

Over the past 3 months, I have learned so much about journalism in this class. We have talked a lot about how journalism is constantly changing.

We have fluctuated our conversations to past journalists such as Nelly Bly, to current journalists in Malta, to the current impeachment and how it is being covered.

But as the world changes, so does the journalistic world. In light of Putin recently naming journalists “foreign agents”, it seems internationally that the invisible hand is strengthening its grip on journalism. But the tighter the hand grips, the greater the resistance and need for freedom of speech!

As history has shown us, even when journalism becomes buried, the strong will always rise up in the name of truth!

As of now, I think that there will always be a need for journalism and journalists. There will definitely be a fluctuation in freedom of what can be written, but I pray that we will always have our voice.