He awoke to a crisp spring morning. The clean ocean air invigorated his senses. He rose early from his slumbers. As he enjoyed his morning cigarette the aroma of his fresh, brewing coffee welcomed a new day.
After showering, he went back to the balcony to enjoy another cigarette. With The Beatles Abbey Road album playing in unison to the tranquil atmosphere of the spring morning, he drank a cup of coffee, relishing it with another cigarette.
Accompanied by a mass of young college students, he walked towards the home room of his philosophy class. The friendly aura of the day seemed to be shared by all. He walked towards his class, immersed in the beauty of the college co-eds that surrounded him. Halfway through the walk, he noticed an attractive, young blonde college girl. She, as was most of the campus, was probably in her early twenties. He gazed upon her briefly, appreciating her soft, long blonde hair and her perfectly toned body accented by a halter top and a tight pair of cut-off jeans. A girl of such beauty coming into view was not rare in this college setting, but he savored each occasion.
He continued through campus to his classroom. He sat down about five minutes before class was to begin. The conversation which was led by the professor was always fascinating. That is why he chose to study the subject of philosophy.
The professor started the class discussion. The topic of the class was the philosophers of The Renaissance. The argument by Descartes on “I think, therefore I am” was the topic for today’s class.
The professor began his lecture, but he always welcomed participation from his students. After beginning the lecture, briefly restating Descartes’ thoughts, a large collection of the students joined in.
One student, not highly enamored by what he considered to be the trite nature of Descartes’ argument volunteered. In a polished and scholarly manor he stated, “The problem with the philosophy of Descartes is that the nature of his synopsis doesn’t amount to anything substantial. Through the course of his argument he does little to enlighten his readers about anything intriguing or even interesting at all. It is simply an exercise in rhetorical discourse.”
The professor, not distressed with the disinterest of his student’s protest, said, “Your argument is completely valid. However, this is characteristic of the philosophers of The Renaissance. They do not intend to provoke thought on pressing moral or political issues; rather, they attempt to exercise the intellect wherever it may lead.”
A young college co-ed, in her fourth year of education and a major in philosophy contributed to the conversation. “Descartes, as espoused in his similar discussion of ‘what makes a ball of wax a ball of wax,’ participated in the same intellectual exercise. Through challenging the intellect, liberation of the mind can be achieved.”
The class was fascinating and it stimulated Jonathan much more than most of his other classes did. The classroom discussion ended an hour and a half after it began and the students dispersed to whichever was their next destination. As he walked away he marveled at the intelligence of those attending college with him.
He did not have any more classes today, so he went about to the chores of the rest of his day. Once again, he enjoyed the beauty of the college co-eds and felt exhilarated when one caught his eye and smiled in his direction.
As typical on a Monday, he stopped by the library on his way home from class to take in a couple hours of studying. Although he enjoyed the trivialities of college life, he managed to maintain the focus on his education. The day was uneventful. It was spent by time in the library studying and by the forty-five minutes he spent at the coffee shop catching up on reading in his medieval history class.
The day was now over and another night in the college town which transformed itself into a resort every evening was ready to begin.
He went back to his apartment after a mostly solitary day. He showered and put on clean clothes to meet up with his friends. Although he lived alone, his friends were plentiful. He was friends with his neighbors as well as with a large gathering of other college students. On many afternoons he shared a couple of beers with his neighbors in light-hearted camaraderie. Tonight he would meet with a collection of his friends and they would test their fortunes on picking up college girls at a local bar.
Two of Jonathan’s good friends, Brian and Justin, met up with him at his apartment for a pre-party before a night of revelry which was about to begin. From the wide selection of Jonathan’s CD’s, he chose a Credence Clearwater Revival CD. They all stood on the balcony enjoying cigarettes and premium Budweiser lager. After shot-gunning their third beer, they made their way half a mile through the small college town to their favorite bar.
The exercise in which they engaged brought excitement simply in light of the beauty of the college girls by which they were surrounded. They picked out a table and began sharing a pitcher of beer as they submerged themselves in the atmosphere of the billiards club.
Upon entering the patio, Jonathan saw a girl that he had seen a week before and immediately walked up to her as she gazed in his direction. She was the one to initiate the conversation, “Can I have a cigarette?” She asked him with a semi-sarcastic smirk on her face.
He happily obliged. After a few minutes of conversation, Jonathan invited her and her friends to meet them at the pool table. Brian and Justin were perfectly happy with this turn of events because it brought them into the cusp with the girl’s three friends.
The night went along as all nights did. They all drank, but began to slow down after their fourth or fifth beer. The night of frivolity was not lost upon them and Jonathan and Brian each went home with a girl’s phone number promising to meet up with them later in the week.
College life in this town was like a day in The Bahamas. A day in The Bahamas is always a nice distraction from college living.