Mr. Schick or Mr. Socrates himself, taught us more about Socrates today. He showed us how and why Socrates died on the EXCELLENCE PowerPoint. Mr. Schick explained to us that Socrates could have saved himself twice but he decided not to. The first opportunity appeared when he was tried in front of 500 people. He could have simply said that he would stop and that he was sorry or he could have defended himself. He decided to do neither, instead he simply admitted that he didn't recognize the gods that the state did. He was proud that he didn't believe in those gods. The other opportunity occurred when he was in jail. The guards let him out because they didn't want him to die. they liked him so they tried to set him free and let him run. Socrates refused and instead stayed until it was time to be poisoned. He took the cup, gave a final speech, shook his fist, and drank. The worst part was drinking the poison because it not only killed you, but it tortured you first. It wasn't a poison that just stopped your heart, it was a poison that shut down your organs and limbs one by one and took up to hours to kill you. I admire Socrates because he didn't cry when he had to consume the poison, he took it like a boss. He took it like it was nothing. Then we had a discussion about what we should do to North Korea and at the end of the discussion Mr. Schick told us that he just used the Socratic method on us. Nobody caught on until he finally said it. Then class just about ended and I told Mr. Schick what was up.
CAKE!! Today I brought in chocolate cake and everyone was afraid that there wasn't enough but there was actually more than enough and I had left overs. Everyone cut their own slice because Maddy couldn't figure out that if you just cut the piece and then stick the fork under it to act as a spatula, you could pick it up easily. It would be like picking up a box or a palette with a forklift. Then we took some notes and I didn't eat any cake because I was afraid that there wouldn't be enough. We took some notes and I forgot that I still had Mr. Schick's pen so I gave it back to him at the end of the day. Actually I didn't, I taped it to the door of his film studio with a nice little note. Hopefully he got his pen back because I'll probably end up using it again tomorrow. After taking some notes, many people asked questions and Mr. Schick was so proud because most of them were half decent. Not like, can fish drown? They were questions that were asked for an an...
Keep up the great blogging (and go get something to drink!).
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