The first (real) lecture of class this semester reminded me of the joys of going to class, with a few exceptions. Knowing what’s going on is tempered by
It’s hard not coming across as a self-assured know it all. Especially in classes you really enjoy and have a background in. Bioethics is something I naturally have rational beliefs in, I can reasonably justify the beliefs I claim to hold (admitting there are indeed beliefs I hold irrationally). While this doesn’t make me better than my colleuges, my arguments are mean, lean and can handle most challanges heading my way. The real challange of the class, besides being maximally awesome, is not stepping on peoples toes.
