Age of Enlightenment

“During the Age of Enlightenment…” I tuned out my professor as he dove headfirst into another one of his meaningless lectures.  I thought a college level class about the Civil War would be about the Civil War.  But yet, most days I felt like I was in a philosophy class.  I had always had a fascination with the Civil War and Abraham Lincoln so I often read as many books and took as many classes as I could, but this class took the cake.  I had had some professors and teachers in high school who were coaches and some of them ended up being my favorite teachers.  Professor Moody was the assistant football coach, and his time slot was the only class I could fit into my schedule. 

By the time I figured out what his class was really going to be like, it was too late to drop the class.  It was all I could do to partially pay attention while he was lecturing, but it wasn’t until the middle of the semester that he started lecturing on the Age of Enlightenment instead of the Civil War.  The day finally came when he announced our one and only pop quiz and my stomach suddenly lurched.  Pop quizzes had never been my strong suit. I looked around the class and wondered why no one else seemed nervous. It wasn’t until Professor Moody passed out the quiz with PHIL 201, I realized I had been in the wrong classroom all semester.