A Socratic Seminar

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Today, in my English class, we were asked to conduct a Socratic Seminar. Once we defined how to carry one out, we started. Everyone immediately turned to the students next to them, but nobody actually addressed the class. Soon, someone said that the earth was flat. I'm sitting in the corner thinking that this kid is out of his mind, but he explained it like a quarter: when its sitting on your table, it actually is flat, but when you spin it, the quarter turns into a sphere. The whole concept does kind of make sense, when you take away everything you've been taught, but we all know that his logic is incorrect. This led to Dr. Preston ( my English teacher) to tell us more about Socratic Seminars. He said that they are discussions, and that we should provide facts to back up our opinions. He then continued on to say that arguments are not a fight so much as a search for truth. For the most part, I agree. You aren't fighting, you are trying to get the other person to understand why you feel a certain way. Sadly, we didn't get to finish, so tomorrow we will continue.
                                                                                                                                          ~Dodadagohvi

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