Philosophy of Values: Thursday Period 3 - Class #13

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As promised, there was hot chocolate to go with the pastries and doughnuts that Wilson had brought in for his class. As for Wilson himself, he was sitting behind his desk, nibbling on half a dry bagel and drinking what looked like a container of juice. He also had sunglasses on.

It was a fashion statement. It was a fashion statement that said ‘why yes, indeed I am hungover, thank you for asking, and now please stop breathing so loudly’.

When the students were settled down in their seats, Wilson tossed his quarter nibbled bagel into the trash and stood up, hugging his orange juice like a life line.

“Morning.” He said in a soft voice that still managed to carry through the whole of the room.



“Well, we’re in the final stretch. Next week there will be a review of the material we’ve covered this semester in preparation for your final exam. I will also be collecting your projects next week so consider that your homework for this week. Also, if you have any specific questions regarding anything you feel might be on the exam, please be prepared to ask them next week in class.”

Orange juice swig!

“Alright, I was very pleased with last week’s tests. I’ll have to return them to you tomorrow because I was lucky to find the floor this morning let alone my briefcase I left them at home. I do have your grades in my grade book however, if you want to stop by after class and learn your mark.”

Swig!

Lecture:

“Today I want to talk about the Aesthetic way of thinking vs the Pragmatic school of philosophy.”

Setting down his orange juice, Wilson moved to the overhead and might have seemed slightly relieved to be turning down the lights, despite the fact that he still wore his sunglasses.

After he was done with the lecture and with picking through the slightly confusing concepts put up on the overhead, Wilson left the lights off as he moved to the front of the class to open the floor up for discussion. If anyone wanted to point out he’d left the lights off that was fine…but cruel.

Class Discussion:

“So how do you define if you are applying your gift for an aesthetic or a pragmatic reason? Do you think it has to be one or the other? A lot of people will tell you that aesthetic value is in the eye of the beholder and it’s come to have a bit of a frivolous connotation. What do you think of that? Should something be cast aside or set as a lower priority just because it’s pleasing to the eye? Does something have to be pragmatic in nature to have high value?”

[ooc: OCDs are on the way up! Class is in session!!]

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Very soft please

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow signed in.

Her pen was all squeaky for some reason.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Willow's pen was ebil and needed to be smited.

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Blair signed in.

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Luna signed in with a nice, scratchy quill.

Class Discussion

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Thoughts on Aesthetic value? Thoughts on Pragmatic Value? Here is the place to chat about em.

Re: Class Discussion

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Frankly I'm all for saving kittens regardless of the reason," Willow said. She spoke nice and loud and clearly, because one always wanted to enunciate when in class.

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Kittens...that about described the feeling Wilson had in his mouth when he woke up this morning...warm and cottony.

Wincing as Willow's voice ricocheted around in his skull, Wilson found himself asking.

"What about hairless kittens, who aren't cute?"

Re: Class Discussion

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow gasped. "You don't think they're cute???"

Re: Class Discussion

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was spending a lot of time staring down at her desk.

Talk Amongst Yourselves

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Whisper...whispers are good here.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair was bouncing and waiting for Luna.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Blair was making Wilson motion sick.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[narglette.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Blair!" Luna greeted cheerfully.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

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"Hi Luna!" Blair grinned and bounced happily. "You wouldn't happen to be carrying chocolate today, would you?"

Talk to Wilson

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He's here if slightly hungover if you need him!

Re: Talk to Wilson

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow? Totally wanted her grade. She waited after class and then came up to him. "Hi! Are you okay?"

Re: Talk to Wilson

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"Good morning, Willow." Wilson said with a wan but genuine smile even if she had been trying to make his head explode.

"I've been better. Now, let me guess...your grade?"

Re: Talk to Wilson

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"If it's no trouble," Willow replied, with a sort of maniacal grin that suggested she didn't think it'd be too much trouble to leap across the desk and rifle through his paperwork until she found it.

Re: Talk to Wilson

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

It was after class and Blair was still around.

Re: Talk to Wilson

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson peeked at the hanging around Blair.

"Yeeeeuuuuusss?" He asked guardedly...after all, being tag teamed by Blair and Willow dearGODNOT!Dirty would probably kill him today.

Re: Talk to Wilson

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"How are you doing, man? I kinda noticed the..." Blair waved a hand that might have stood for hangover-ness. "So I was just checking on you and seeing how you were doing and maybe wondering if you wanted me to give you my hangover remedy. It's mostly made up of tea and bark and a few roots and the dirt from a witchdoctors grave and it really tastes horrible but I'm sure it works because the witchdoctor said it would. Not the dead one, a different one that was alive and not buried. I can probably make you a pot quickly and maybe while I do that you could...I don't know, give me my grade?"

Bounce, pant, bounce.

Re: Talk to Wilson

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe wanted her grade, but she also was pretty quiet throughout class.

OOC -

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

So then the bar tender says....

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[sensethevisions]

*loves the extra credit essay for Willow*