Through the school: The experiences of a mill boy in securing an educationBrown, Frederic Kenyon
Philosophy
Through the school: The experiences of a mill boy in securing an education
Brown, Frederic Kenyon
Education
No one was willing.
“Then you will return to your rooms, gentlemen,” said the professor,
without a trace of a smile, “and come tomorrow at the same hour and
tell us what we are to study during the year. I really must know. We
cannot get along until I do.”
The next day, some of us met, before the class and conspired to teach
that professor his lesson. We memorized the definitions and the
explanations so that it would be impossible for us to slip. Then we
entered the classroom.
“What are we here for, gentlemen?” began the professor.
Instantly the answer came from the corner,
“To study psychology, sir.”
“Will any one tell me what is meant by psychology?”
“‘A study of the mind and the processes of the mind, as such,’”
responded another student.
“‘As such.’ What is meant by that, sir?”
One of my classmates undertook to explain that “as such” meant that the
“states of the mind” were to be studied as “states of the mind,” and
not as--eh--
“Mince pies?” asked the professor, with a slight, serious elevation of
his eyebrows.
For the next five minutes he went around the class involving each one
of us in our own ignorance until it was impossible for him to get a
reply to any one of his questions.
“Too bad,” he muttered, seriously. “I really don’t see how we are to
get on. This won’t do. You had better go back to your rooms and come
tomorrow and see if we can let in any daylight on this matter. Good
afternoon, gentlemen!”
We resolved that we would not study a single word for the morrow; but
that we would go into the class and have no information to offer. We
would see how the professor would like that!
The following afternoon, pursuant to this plan, when the professor had
greeted us, his first question was,
“What are we to study? Can any one tell me?” It brought no response.
He looked around the room in great astonishment and went from man to
man, asking,
“Can you tell me?” and each time getting a decided and belligerent
negative.
Then a smile of satisfaction lighted up his sober face and he said,
“There, gentlemen. Now that you have made up your minds that you know
nothing about psychology, I am ready to begin to teach you!” and from
then to the end of the year we sat under instruction that was masterly,
inspiring.
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