What the Class is About

Philosophy, Ethics. She sits right in front of me. She looks like she's around her upper 20s. She's big, and takes up the entire space between the chair and the desk. She gets up at random times during the class, walks out the door and comes back in.

People laugh at her stupidity.

Fifty percent is a C, right?

She's being serious.

When she has something to say, people laugh because it's stupid, and she's serious.

With a look, you can tell she's unhappy as a whole with her life.

And based on what she says, she is unhappy, due to broken relationships.

This is in Richmond, California. High crime rate, high death rate, poverty, and the like.

It was our Final today.

After siting down on my seat, a pitiful kid from behind walked up to me and asked me if I had an extra Blue Book for the Final. I told him sorry, I only have one. He went to different people as they walked into class, asking for a Blue Book.

The big lady walks in. She tries to sit on her seat, unconsciously pushing another desk out the way as she tries to fit in it. The boy asks her for a Blue Book.

If she says no, I'm giving him a dollar.

She says she only has one. But after that, she answers for him, you don't have any money? He says he doesn't. And then she asks him if he wants her to go down to the bookstore and buy one for him. He says yeah. And she journeys down to the bookstore.

Our class is at the highest building, its the furthest from the bookstore. It was raining, she's fat, and she'll be late to class. There's like fifty steps she has to walk. And she's fat. She can't hardly walk. And its raining. And its really far.

Class starts, she comes in late, everyone looks annoyed, especially the professor, and then she gives the boy the Blue Book, quite quickly. It seems like no one saw the good she just did.

She asks the teacher if she can go out to get Kleenex from the bathroom and he says no. And then she asks the class if any of us has any Kleenex. No one did. And her struggle continues.

It makes me happy to see people who do kind shit like that. I'm glad to have seen her done something like that. And she didn't do it to show off, everyone was talking... but then again, she was probably talking loud, I'm always listening to music.

She may not understand the class well and what the teacher talks about. But she did the right thing. She actually did the Peter Singer, and she took the best route Aristotle would have suggested.