I have just completed the third year of secondary school. It is a state school, it is near my house and it is specializing in science studies. So, I like studying Italian, English and biology and Maths. As programmed by the school syllabus this year I had to do a new subject, Philosophy. Initially I was very bored because I was sure it was a useless subject and that I would not even like. With time, I realized that Philosophy was a really interesting subject. In a short time I started to love it and in every lesson I wanted to know more and more things. I was like obsessed. I think that if I like it so much it is even due to my teacher. She is really nice, not very young and has not only taught me authors such as Plato or Aristotle, but she has taught me to broaden my mind, and to see life from different points of view. In fact in this school year, now completed, after we discussed about new authors she used to talk about current problems such as news, our problems in life.
I personally can talk about an episode of platonic love which regards my grandmother. Once she told me that when she was twenty years she fell in love with a man but at those times it was really hard that a family accepted love only for pure love My grandmother couldn’t live her love freely and the same thing was for the man she liked, so she was forced to live her love in a platonic way. In fact, whoever knew about their story at that time thought that it was really strange. They spent years just looking at each other secretly without never talking. It went on until one of them was forced to marry someone else.. The concept of Eros, is a part of Plato's thought that struck me strongly. I never get tired to say though, that this was possible due to my teacher who lovingly made me literally love philosophy. I think that what I studied does not end up in oblivion which is good because next year I will continue studying this subject. Probably we will not have the same teacher next year this is because it is customary to change teachers each year. This is a shame because I do not think there is another teacher in our school that can teach as she does. It is said that hope is the last to die, so if she was again my teacher I'd be really happy.