It was second semester of Sophomore year and classes had just begun. I was taking an Ethics class--your basic philosophy 101 where the class debates endlessly on topics like, "would you push a man off a bridge if you knew it would save 5 people?" Perry had taken the class the semester prior. Perry, Steve, Maliik, and I were driving to Home Depot for components to soundproof our rooms, so I took the time to ask Perry about the class.
Me: Yo man, so I had my first day in this random class I'm taking, Philosophical Ethics. Didn't you take that class last semester?
Perry: Yes, I did. Don't do it man, drop it. Seriously, that class is a crock of shit. All you do is go around in circles all day. You sit in class for two hours and leave without knowing what the hell you just learned. Honestly, I couldn't tell you one thing I learned in that class.
Me: You really think I should drop the class?
Perry: YA MAN. It's awful. You like sit there and everyone gets all heated about questions like, "if person A threatens to kill person B unless person B kills person C, is it ok for person B to kill person C to save his own life?" It's god damn ridiculous, not since Saw has there been an actual scenario like that.
Me: Ok, so I guess I'll drop it.
Perry: Wait, look, the only good thing I can say about that class is ... is ... um ... (2 minutes of deep silence passes, no one talks) ... don't take the class man.
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