Well, I kinda went out of order. The entire reason I studied any of this was because I entered my freshman year in college and decided against taking French 301, bleah. But I had to have X number of classes to stay in the dorm, it was the second week of school, so I looked at what had openings and there was this class called "20th Cent European Theologians" and I said, well, that sounds cool.
(Later, back in the room: "hey, what does this number mean on the far left? The one that says 4-3-7?" YES SENIOR LEVEL OMFG GOING TO DIE OMG OMG OMG. Amazingly, I got an A in the class.)*
So I liked the professor and I just kept taking his classes, and I ended up defaulting to theology/religion degree thanks to that. Eh, well. Beat getting an english degree...
But! As time passes, I realize more and more how unique that course of study may have been. Most "religion" degrees have such a broader spread, that you don't really get into intense theology (unless you're at a seminary in which case, well, yeah, not going to be studying radical theology, I'd guess). And the few philosophy classes I took were advanced logic, existentialism, feminist existentialism, the scary stuff. The simpler stuff bored me, after having the crap scared out of me by a senior-level class my first semester in college. Whoops.
Hrm, now that I think of it, the two literature classes I had to take for grad-requirements didn't really bring up external information, either. Didn't stop me from bringing it up myself, but I don't recall whether the teachers got irked. (I'm pretty sure I probably didn't care, either.) In some ways my brain has always leaned towards synthesis anyway, which may've been why I took to this style so naturally.
* I should add, and head kraehe off at the pass, that it is entirely HER FAULT that I know jack about existentialism. Because the very first day of class in that "omg these are all like, grownups" (juniors and seniors), Kraehe opened her mouth and said, "Dr Cain? There's a point from last class I didn't get. Could you explain existentialism?"
He kinda blinked, opened his mouth, and she slid right past him with the addition of, "in thirty words or less."
He blinked again, exhaled, and began to explain. My notes are still in the library and on the very first page it says:
EXISTENTIA..??? is phil. about exist WHO IS THIS WOMAN ANYWAY DIE DIE DIE
Heh. Something like that. But we've been friends ever since. I figure another day or two and you'll see her reply crowing about the fact that SHE WAS THE ONE who started this whole mental fiasco.
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Date: 4 Dec 2008 04:30 am (UTC)(Later, back in the room: "hey, what does this number mean on the far left? The one that says 4-3-7?" YES SENIOR LEVEL OMFG GOING TO DIE OMG OMG OMG. Amazingly, I got an A in the class.)*
So I liked the professor and I just kept taking his classes, and I ended up defaulting to theology/religion degree thanks to that. Eh, well. Beat getting an english degree...
But! As time passes, I realize more and more how unique that course of study may have been. Most "religion" degrees have such a broader spread, that you don't really get into intense theology (unless you're at a seminary in which case, well, yeah, not going to be studying radical theology, I'd guess). And the few philosophy classes I took were advanced logic, existentialism, feminist existentialism, the scary stuff. The simpler stuff bored me, after having the crap scared out of me by a senior-level class my first semester in college. Whoops.
Hrm, now that I think of it, the two literature classes I had to take for grad-requirements didn't really bring up external information, either. Didn't stop me from bringing it up myself, but I don't recall whether the teachers got irked. (I'm pretty sure I probably didn't care, either.) In some ways my brain has always leaned towards synthesis anyway, which may've been why I took to this style so naturally.
* I should add, and head
He kinda blinked, opened his mouth, and she slid right past him with the addition of, "in thirty words or less."
He blinked again, exhaled, and began to explain. My notes are still in the library and on the very first page it says:
EXISTENTIA..??? is phil. about exist WHO IS THIS WOMAN ANYWAY DIE DIE DIE
Heh. Something like that. But we've been friends ever since. I figure another day or two and you'll see her reply crowing about the fact that SHE WAS THE ONE who started this whole mental fiasco.