What If I Was Jefferson?

Today I caught myself daydreaming; what if I was Jefferson.  I was wondering if I would be able to cooperate like the way he did. I don’t know if I would be able to stay sane throughout the whole process.  I honestly have to give it up to Jefferson for actually becoming a man at the end of the novel. If I was him, there is no way I would be able to do what he did.

If I were sentenced to death, I would probably break out in tears in front of everyone. I was shocked to read that Jefferson wasn’t crying after the judge sentenced him to death by execution.  I don’t remember the dream fully, however, I do remember fillip out in the court and trying to fight the officers. Jefferson did the opposite though. He sat there and didn’t move throughout the whole trial. You can never really feel how another man is feeling unless you’re in his shoes. In my dream, I was in Jefferson’s shoes and I can tell that even before the trial, he was a man. The word “hog” may have changed his mindset but he soon came back into reality late in the novel and realized that he is indeed a man.

I soon woke myself up from this dream, but, the ending wasn’t pretty. I had to be dragged to that chair while in tears. It takes real strength to do what Jefferson did and I can finally appreciate that. He did what I, and probably man other man, couldn’t do. He can be looked at as a true inspiration.