Well, my second class is over. I talked more or less non-stop for two and a half hours. I keep telling the students that they should interrupt me with comments, objections, and questions, but they rarely do. I wonder why that is. :) The students are very bright and lively -- maybe the tsunami of words issuing from my mouth has just submerged them.
Next Wednesday, the reading assignment is The Communist Manifesto. I considered bringing in a tape recorder and playing the Internationale, but thought better of it. No pickets and demonstrations against the class yet. I am rather disappointed. Maybe it is because Caldwell Hall is the most handicap-inaccessible building I have ever seen. Geoff Sayre-McCord, the former Chair, told me that it is the second oldest building on campus, and was once a surgery! I have listened carefully but cannot hear the screams of former patients.
The UNC Philosophy Department is the only Philosophy department I have encountered that is rather well-endowed. An old-time professor, Horace Williams, left it title to some land that became very valuable as Chapel Hill grew [I hope I have this right], and when the University sold the land, the Department came into a bundle. One consequence is that the lounge has the fanciest coffee maker I have ever seen, and the coffee is free!
I now have a working parking permit that gets me into a nearby garage. To keep the fee manageable, I paid for it to work only on Wednesdays, when my class meets. If I want to go to school on another day, I am on my own. I really enjoy being back in harness. Because of my long sojourn in the UMass Afro-American Studies Department, this is actually the first real philosophy course I have taught in twenty-three years [and "Karl Marx's Critique of Capitalism" is not exactly an orthodox philosophy course.] I figure it is like riding a bicycle.