My first year in college was at a community college. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life at the time. So, I started by taking my general education requirements. One of the classes I took during my second semester was an introductory philosophy class taught by Mr. B. Going into this class I had no idea what to expect or what philosophy even was. What I left with was a basic understanding of philosophy and the idea that teaching could be a lot of fun. Mr. B was unlike any teacher I had ever had. He was lively and energetic. He encouraged wild behavior, shouting, and talking to your neighbor. If an outsider briefly poked their head in during a class, they would probably be shocked by what they saw. However, the madness that ensued was actually quite structured and Mr. B was in complete control the whole time. Class would begin each day with a quiz. The quiz questions came from our textbook readings that were assigned for homework the previous class meeting. The number of pages the quiz covered depended on how loud and energetic we were during the previous class.