One of my all time favorite classes in high school was a seminar called Modern Political Theory, in which we compared the likes of Socrates and Aristotle to more recent philosophers like Marx and Nietzsche. There was one particular day after a discussion on Saint Augustine that I snapped. My class assumed my beliefs to be similar to those of Augustine, a philosopher with whom I vehemently disagreed, for the sole reason that we were both Christian. The following morning I agitatedly stormed into my teachers classroom and demanded an explanation for what had happened, and why he had said nothing to come to my defense. After I ran out of steam, and he still had said nothing, I realized that he had let the class continue as it did to provoke us. He wanted to get a reaction from me, to get me to think, to push me beyond my limits and question the unquestionable.