Teacher, I Planted A Seed - 763 Words

Teacher Teacher, I planted a seed today. The teacher paused, sighed, and composed a response. His instinct was to reply with a rhetorical question, but since LitStudies’ retirement for â€Å"inflammatory potential,† he doubted the student would recognize the effort—but College might. The teacher simply keyed, Student, this comment would be better served in HistHortStudies. No, a strictly philosophical comment, Teacher. A seed needs fertile soil and nourishment, Student. And as he scrolled through his records, sure enough, he was conversing with Student35LOG. Funny, in the last twelve years, this particular student was the only one who elicited a curiosity from the teacher. Students were students, all conflated into one vacuous body of†¦show more content†¦Good. College wouldn’t be able to pick up on the tone and would log the corrected discourse between teacher and student. Correct, Student. That will be enough for today. The teacher remained at his station, ruminating on this particular student. The first time 35LOG had made his presence known was a few months earlier, in an unusual departure from â€Å"normal† lines of inquiry: Teacher, are you real? The question had given him pause. Another teacher was recently retired for using the â€Å"antiquated† rhetoric of Descartes, so he replied with a more sanitized, moderate response, stating, Student, reality is perception. I exist, therefore I am real. Let us get back to the topic at hand, shall we, of the unexamined life, the only worthy life to which to aspire. And just as he thought he had successfully diverted the student, he interjected: Teacher, the unexamined life is not worth living, at least according to Plato, to Socrates. . . . He remembered being shocked from his automatic discourses—official teachings from College-approved PHILO2. As he struggled to form an appropriate response, Student35LOG continued: Will I be made to drink my Hemlock, Teacher? I’ve heard it tastes like victory. And then College terminated the link. That was the last he’d heard from Student35LOG until now, talking about planting seeds, of all things. The teacher sighed and started to rise, but a blip appeared on his monitor. Teacher, are you