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[Nov. 12th, 2007|10:25 pm]
Tim
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One of the last topics we covered in my philosophy class was Immanuel Kant's views on enlightenment and maturity. Essentially, it boils down to thinking for yourself and not buying into everyone else's ideas right off the bat.
When I was in grade school, they told us we wouldn't have the help we got there in Jr. High. We'd have 6 different teachers, and they wouldn't have enough time to dish out individual concern for each of us. In Jr. High they told us high school wouldn't hold our hand and walk us through everything. In high school, they said our college professors would be soulless and uncaring about whether or not we failed.
Today my philosophy class ended, and it was my first college course to do so. It's a class of both upper and underclassmen, taught by a German/Turkish/British lady that calls friends mates and cups beakers. She brought doughnuts and cider for everyone, enough to serve the entire class of 40 twice over. She said we were one of the most fun classes she's ever taught and wished us all good luck in our future studies.
The lesson was completely unintentional, but a great way to close the class. |
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