Philosophy with a Capital P

I went to work yesterday. Granted, this is going to happen more and more often, but I went to work yesterday. The conflict with something like my job is so many people are incredibly intelligent people there that sometimes, I feel like discussions don't progress. We end up butting intellectual heads about whether we are teaching our students about Knowledge and one Truth or if it is more important that they are Humane. Or whether or not all three of these things are inter-connected. We debate what being humane means. We discuss the most accurate words for rubric-writing (when in actuality, I will have to make 25 copies of the same rubric for a 12 person class because everyone loses it at least once and only reads it when we go over it in class).

Sometimes, I just want to organize the books in my room and put some stuff up on the walls. Silly, I know, because these discussions on teaching Philosophy make me a better educator. But, sometimes, I really just want to play with the pens...