I’ll admit it. I was pretty nervous about the January term class my youngest son had registered for. Philosophy? Three hours a day, five days a week, for three weeks and he decides to take philosophy? My kid who would rather be running on the soccer field, tossing the football, even reading about ethics of American sports, than spending time in the classroom? What class could possible require more reading, more writing, more abstract thinking than philosophy?
I was certain he had set himself up for failure, or at least for a hugely stressful January term.
Imagine my surprise when I talked with him after the first day of his class. He LOVES the class. The professor is a winner. The reading comprehensible. My boy is happy. My boy is getting a little philosophical.
And my mind is made up. From now on, I’m going to expect the best, not the worst. Not a bad philosophy for the parent of a college student.Filed under Academics | Comment (0)