About halfway through the semester, I realized two things:
- In general, most of the readings were real bummers. I was making my students learn about universal suffering, the obedience-driven nature of religion, and depressive realism. None of these ideas are generally seen as pick-me-ups.
- Based on not noticing these depressive themes, when I previewed the text, I must've been in a not wonderful mental place. Was my depression kicking in with a particular vengeance? Or was I just lulled into complacency by the puppy photo? It is a question worth pondering.
After reading their last essays, though, I know I certainly am learning a lot, including:
- People with depression and anxiety cannot have free will, because institutionalized people always have someone running their lives.
- Philosophers only give their personal opinions on matters.