The sunlight filtered through the glass behind me, on a classroom full of students. 8:10 am, and Professor Walker started teaching. It’s funny, Philosophy is one of the few classes that I’ve had in college that has kept my attention. My mind has not wavered, my eyes have not closed – i am spending every moment in the remarkable bliss of learning.
Sometimes, though, there are students who don’t appreciate the class in any suitable definition of the word. Take, for example, Student S. As he sits in the back, with his immaculate GAP baseball cap (which perhaps belays far more about the insides of his head than he would like) twisted to the side, and almost a perpetual sneer – today he catches the Teacher’s attention.
“Excuse me,” Walker interrupts in the middle of his lecture. “What is it that you’re reading?”
“Let’s see,” says S, in a show of insolence. “It looks like the —-.” (The name of the book is not important, merely his utter disrespect.)
Walker is flabberghasted. “Listen, if you, or any of you, dear students, wish to read another book in this class, you can read it elsewhere. If you wish to sleep, or talk amongst yourselves, or eat, you conduct your business outside of my class. Now, if you would, S, please put away that book, and we’ll continue with learning.”
In the most impudent and disrespectful way imaginable, S responded: “Why?”
Matt has oft uttered the phrase “I hate people.” More and more I am beginning to understand that sentiment. However, what is needed to realize along with that thought, is that we are most apt to notice the people who do things that we find offense to. Therefore, as I seriously considered running down the aisle to the back of class and landing a dropkick right between the G and the A on his cap, I realized that there were about 30 other students in that class. 30 other students that had, to the best of my knowledge, the same idea as I regarding the merits of this class. And this idiot is probably all alone in the dark.
He’s probably of the idea that knowledge is a commodity that he is purchasing with his quarterly dues to the university. That, because he is paying the salary of Professor Walker, and hundreds of faculty like him, he can do with his time as he pleases. I suppose that this is true. He is an adult now, capable of making his own decisions on how to spend time. That doesn’t make him any less foolish.
For, if he believes that knowledge is the commodity that the university is selling, then he is sorely mistaken. This class, and classes like this, are not selling anything, except perhaps miracle grow for our minds. However, it takes work, and it doesn’t look like S is going to really get anything. Sure, he may become one of the “top sellies” in a corporation, going “magnet with da moneys,” but he will never become a better person if things continue this way.
So, the class continued. The sunlight continued to shine in through the window, and it touched everywhere S was not.