Last Day

So, its the last day of class, and it got canceled. Thad said to write about how class would have been if there had been a class. I am not totally sure what to talk about. This right here is a sincere struggle with the course material. Imagine having a course, where everyday seemed like a new experience where you would take in new ideas about your existence. Coming up with a make believe day feels like terrible; it’s almost like a lie about gaining new knowledge. I’m not bouncing off my ideas with other students gaining knowledge. At the same time though it makes for an interesting idea for a class. Maybe we should have done this half way through the semester. Not take new material and read it as if class did happen, but based on what we have heard so far; create your own idea of how class would have been if we had one. 

I know this rambling sounds like gibberish, but I am actually curious with this idea. Imagine that you have friend that is going to tell you something completely new that changes your idea about the world, but you never hear what that friend has to say. Doesn’t that make you curious? Everything that you have ever done has led up to where you are right now. Imagine that and how maybe having class on Wednesday of this week could have impacted you. Sartre’s idea of our ideas have consequences that affect other people. The major changes in our life don’t usually last a long time. 

When I was younger my dad had some chores for me to do, and I was tired that day and said something like, “Yeah well what if I don’t do them”. My father said in such a sincere voice, “Well… I guess, I would have to do them”. After a split second of reflecting, I immediately got up and did the chores that day. I was happy to do them after that because my father was willing to do them for me because he knew that I was having a tough day. That simple conversation that shaped a fond memory of my father only last like 20 seconds.