This fall, one of the final classes we took as a cohort was Moral Philosophy (PHL118L). I would always wake up dreading to go to class, because it was the earliest class I had. Having a group of friends to roll out of bed and go to class with made it so much more bearable.
As someone with a science brain, I was not looking forward to taking a class with such abstract thinking. One of the things I love so much about science is how straight forward most of the concepts are. I like when answers are black and white, with not much gray area to worry about. But, I learned and grew so much during my philosophy class, and without that class I don’t think my beliefs would be where they are today.
I’ve never been afraid to stand up for what I believe in, but this class challenged me to figure out what exactly I believed in. We learned about and discussed some controversial topics in class, and dove into deep discussions regarding their rightness and wrongness. I found myself observing conversation most of the time, absorbing the “arguments” and reflecting on which side I was leaning to, and why I was choosing what side I was choosing.
Our professor, Gary Fuller, made sure to always challenge our thinking as a class. He was there to prove to us that there is not always a “right and wrong” way of looking at something. One of the many things I loved about Gary was how willing he was to help us succeed. He held office hours at a relaxing coffee shop, and would buy you a coffee during your visit there. I was struggling to write one of our essay assignments, and when I met with him he was so welcoming and helpful. At the very end of the semester Gary held a Christmas party for all of his students, where he supplied us with snacks, a warm fire, and some jolly piano music. That winter evening was one of my favorite memories of my sophomore year.
I am not the same person I was before taking Gary Fuller’s philosophy class. I now have a better sense of self, and look at the world in a whole new light.