One thing I appreciated about this class was the absolutely fantastic discussions that we had. I looked forward to class primarily because of these discussions, in fact. Well, they started off as discussions, anyhow. Without fail, the discussions rapidly morphed into vociferous debates. I found myself learning a lot from these pseudo-discussions, and at the very least I was amused by the point of views expressed by my fellow classmates. The class size made it rather conducive for these types of interactions; there was only 6 of us, three guys and three girls. We were all from different parts of the country and the world, myself being from Southern California, a smattering of students from New York, and one from Bermuda. It was an eclectic group of students. One particular debate that got quite heated was a discussion that dealt with the degree to which women were objectified by men. How it started, I forget. But pretty soon, one of the guys bravely fought back, and before I knew it, the tide had changed and we were talking about women objectifying men. To be honest, at first us guys were reaching and pulling flimsy arguments out of the blue. But as the debate waged on, I began coming up with valid arguments. All of this stemmed from a poem by Lucille Clifton entitled ‘Homage To My Hips’. For the record, I still believe that, while admittedly not on as large a scale, women objectify men just like men do women. They just do it in different ways. But that’s speaking in general terms. Yes sir, the discussions in this class were to die for. I’m glad Dr. Patterson allowed us to go at it in the manner that she did.