In my mind I am waging a
heated war. In my mind.
The unlawful combatant
that is preemptively attacking my reinforced boarder, you ask? My Ancient
Philosophy Professor. Okay, so mostly I’m killing him twice weekly with my mind
powers. Okay, so I’m mostly staring down his evil gaze whilst he attempts to
teach me Plato’s Republic. Yes, I’m learning new definitions and arguments for
how we as a society define our concepts of “intent” verses “action” but, still
that’s not the point. I hate this professor with every fiber of my knowledge
yearning being.
The most important thing
to pass along to you in this blog post is that, yes; it is widely known that
Socrates liked his guys young. Real young. But, in Protagoras, by Plato I have learned
that Socrates was not a Pedophile. It is clearly written that Socrates’ latest
boyfriend has a beard. Stating that his taste in men is when the beard first
grows in on the face. But, heaven forbid you bring this fact up in the middle
of class! This Professor sure likes to box up the world’s strongest and most
quoted philosopher as a boy licker. Lasers shot from my eyes. In my mind.
Okay, this isn’t really
the reason I want him dead. It is because I wrote an eight page paper on the concept
of Akrasia. You know, the state of mind in which someone acts against their
better judgment through weakness of will. I stopped myself from using example
of dating dudes ten-fifteen years younger to explain this concept. Instead
maintained a professional tone. At the end of this project I submitted a paper
I was really proud to complete. I got a C. Okay, a C-. I would share with you
why I got such a low grade, based upon his full-page hand written tear down,
but I cannot possible read his handwriting. I can make out “I know you can do
better than this…” What??? You don’t know me!!! Jerk. Upon my failure to read
his comments, he then announced that he will not review any student papers. “Not
my policy.” He stupidly announced.
I have one more paper to
write before the semester ends on the 13th of December. I’m sure “I
can do better” not that I know what that is.
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