Saturday, December 20, 2008
At the moment, I am cleaning out a bunch of old files from my college days (a.k.a. Ancient History 101). Most of my term papers are getting the heave-ho, as I really cannot see anybody actually wanting to read them, much less me typing them out for the dubious benefit of the Internet.
Looking at some of these philosophy term papers, I remember the following incident:
During philosophy class one day, a security guard burst into our classroom and said that there might be a bomb in the building -- but to stay in our seats and wait for further instructions.
And so we sat in our seats. No instruction came. A faint alarm could be heard in the distance.
After fifteen minutes, I gathered my belongings and quietly walked out of the room. I walked past the security guards, past the police, out the building, crossed the street, walked out of the campus, then walked another block.
Later on, a fellow student told me that my professor said the following after I left:
"And that, class, is an example of the practical application of philosophy."