As a result, the first chapter I have been studying in Speech class, which contains a very brief history of rhetoric (which appears to parallel philosophy right up until the end of the Renaissance), is a more in-depth introduction to philosophy than anything else I've ever been exposed to.
In response to what I've been reading, I have the following thoughts:
Plato seems like kind of an asshole.
Francis Bacon totally rocks. In a Cesare Beccaria, "Why didn't I learn his name in the first grade?" kind of way.
There you go. Two statements which make very apparent why I am not a philosopher.
In other news, the Bad Thing That Was Very Wrong earlier this week? Is fixed. Which means I'm still graduating on schedule. (Yes, it was that kind of bad, and that's why I couldn't talk about it and was pretty much steadfastly refusing to THINK about it until it was corrected.)