Whine, Complain, Calm Down, Think About It

The title, to be honest, is not mine. I wish I could claim it, but that kind of gold came from KB. Whether it's actually his or not, has yet to be determined.
But to the point of relevancy, I have whined, I have complained, I am in the process of calming down because I've thought about it, and now I'm ready to write.
Plainly and simply, Gettys is not so bad.
Moving on.
I love Dr. Oldham. He's a smart guy.
Our most recent discussions in Intro to Philosophy have been over the subject of Socrates, and his Ignorance and Method. Now, I love to play the fool. I'm the king of playing dumb. Probably almost any professor I've had at UMHB would vouch for me that I am much smarter and more well informed than I choose to let on. Now, while this is a far cry from actual Socratic Ignorance, to me, the two seem similar.
I don't actually know how smart I am, I don't believe that there is a specific way to measure how much somebody knows, but I do know that I never show all my cards when I'm betting.
Classic example, a classmate of mine wrote me off as not being as smart or studious as she was one time last fall.
"Yeah, as long as I can make a B I won't be too disappointed."
"Geoff, I made a 75 on that test, trust me, you won't make a B."
I colored her surprised the next day in class when my score was an exact 10 points higher than hers.
I guess where I'm going with this -- trust me, this isn't what I'm setting out to say, merely an appetizer to the main course -- is that I totally buy into Socratic Ignorance. I play dumb a lot in life -- yes, I know that is not exactly ignorance -- but at the same time I don't mess around with what I know to be true. And I know quite a bit. Really, the whole notion of Socratic Ignorance was simply encouraging to me, to know that I had some underlying depth to my arrogant charm.
Now, on to the main course.
I love the Socratic Method. I guess, if you've been with me from the beginning, you would know that really, "Want a better answer? Ask a better question." is really the Socratic Method in my own terminology.
One day in class, Dr. Oldham asked us "What's wrong with Samaritans?"
Me, "They're half-breeds!"
"Yes, I know they are, but where are they from?"
"SAMARIA!"
"Okay, Geoff, yes, you're right."
"You want a better answer, ask a better question."
Now, I don't really remember whether or not Dr. Oldham actually heard me smart off to him like I did, and to be honest I consider that a secondary concern, however I've stuck with that notion for a while now, hence, the Blog.
I like that I discovered, more or less, the Socratic Method on my own. I like that somewhere along the way in my life, I stumbled upon the right combination of pride, curiosity, hunger, and wisdom to think this way. Granted, Socrates was probably not smarting off to his teacher -- it was more like politicians and poets, really -- however it is, like the aforementioned philosophic jewel, encouraging to me, to know that I'm not a complete idiot, and that I am capable of some rather deep thoughts and understanding.
I just wish I could discover them on purpose, as did Socrates.