We live in a world increasingly dominated by science. Since elementary school, I have always 1 subjects like science and math. To me, these subjects, full of discoveries and 2, seem to play more significant role in human progress than humanities. And I always 3 thought of these subjects as more solid and serious than classes like English. If there was no right 4 I thought, why bother? But recently I had an 5that taught me my academic interests are more flexible than I had thought: I took my first philosophy class.
Before I entered the classroom, I was 6. I waited outside with the other students and wondered what exactly philosophy would involve. I imagined getting into pretty long and boring conversations 7 intended to reflect on the meaning of life. But what I got was something quite 8
A young man in jeans, Mr. Jones—"but you can call me Rob"—was far from the white-haired, buttoned-up old man I had 9. Rather than pulling us into dull arguments about difficult-to-understand philosophical points, Rob 10 us on our level. To talk free will, we looked at our own 11_. To talk morals, we looked at dilemmas we had faced ourselves. By the end of class, I'd discovered that questions with no right answer can turn out to be the most 12 ones.
It 13 me that if I let go of my 14, I can actually get a lot out of the subjects I once thought little of. The class taught me - in more ways than one - to look at things with a(n) 15mind.
