>Be me, in college
>Be dumb kid who doesn't try that hard
>Get OK grades
>Introductory logic class
>First test coming up, knights and knaves and shit
>I decide to wing the test. It's only puzzles, right? What's studying going to do?
>Taking the test
>Extra credit question:
>"There's an island on which lives only knights or knaves
>Knights always tell the truth, knaves always tell lies
>You go to the island, and an islander tells you the following:
>'This is not the first time I've said this sentence'
>Is he a knight or a knave?"
>The answer, to me, was really obvious, and it took me longer to write down the answer than it did to work out.
>After test
>Assume I got average grade, because I'm pretty dumb, but I felt pretty good about how I did
>Get test back next week
>Told the mean is 59, median 54
>Only a couple people got the extra credit question, although many attempted
>Terrified to see what I get
>115
>Second highest grade in the class, below the near-autistic rain-man neckbeard
>Extra credit question is correct
>After the semester ends, the head of the philosophy department emails me
>"Your instructor, Professor Anon, has informed me that you have a real talent for Philosophy."
>He congratulates me for my "excellent performance" in the class, and asks me if I want to pursue philosophy further
>Almost fucking cry
My self esteem isn't exactly something I brag about. I always feel stupid, worthless, and just generally sub-par. This experience kind of changed this. I'm not dumb, I'm smart. I just need to study more when it comes to math and physics (my majors). I've had a hard time doing that because I thought I was hopeless; this changed that.
>Now
>Be smart kids who tries hard
>Make dean's list
