Via the BPS Research Digest: A recent study on the long-term benefits of the Socratic method. In a study of 105 children, all around 10 years old, teachers spent an hour a week for 16 months teaching lessons based on philosophical inquiry.
The philosophy-based lessons encouraged a community approach to “inquiry” in the classroom, with children sharing their views on Socratic questions posed by the teacher.
The result? At the end of 16 months,
Compared with 72 control children, the philosophy children showed significant improvements on tests of their verbal, numerical and spatial abilities
And two years later, when the philosophy children were tested again, their higher scores persisted — while the lower-scoring control group were, in some cases, declining further. Researchers Keith Topping and Steve Trickey point out that these gains persisted even though the kids had switched schools as well, from primary to secondary, showing that the influence of philosophical inquiry works across contexts and over time.
Or in the words of Socrates, “If this is the doctrine which corrupts the youth, my influence is ruinous indeed.”
I really just want to hold your hand. All the time. I’m going to be obsessed with touching you. So get used to it. Running my fingers through the waistband of your underwear. Lightly drawing circles on your shoulders and forearms. Kissing your hip bones, and your neck. I’m going to kiss your neck all the time. Some times sweet, sometimes I’m going to flick my tongue all over it because it’ll turn me on just as much as it will turn you on. I’m going to bite your lip and suck on your tongue. And laugh when we stop kissing. I’ll run my fingers through your hair while you’re driving, and squeeze your thigh beneath the dinner table. I’ll text you till the second I fall asleep and the moment I wake up. I will share movie clips, book quotes, and pieces of art that make me think of you, so you know I’m reminded of you everywhere I turn. I will stare at you. Don’t feel uncomfortable. I’m just trying to contain every last angle of you in my memory. I will trace the profile of your face with my index finger. I will give you butterfly kisses. And count your eyelashes when you sleep.
And I will love you, with a love that is more than love.