“There’s
nothing quite like it,” she told the class, minds already wandering outside to
the school field, basking in the early September sun. “We will spend autumn
reading and learning about the great thinkers in history, we will debate and
muse over their philosophies and how they changed the world. You will discuss your thoughts and ideas. You chose this
course, remember, and as the nights draw in, you will have an excuse to stay in
and read these great works. Excited?” Silence. “And winter will bring your
final exam. Marked by me.” Twenty eight faces slowly turned her way.
