Read this below, taken from the researchers of Dictionary.com:
” Sophomore derives from an earlier English term, sophumer, which is a variation of the Greek sophism, “clever device.” A sophist ally “one who is wise,” (sophia is Greek for wisdom), but the term became derogatory in Greek culture, because it seemed a little unwise (or simply arrogant) to proclaim about one’s own wisdom. Teachers with a tad more humility came to be known as philosophers literally “lovers of wisdom.”
When I first took Biochemistry, I had one of the most difficult professors that the college had ever seen. He was so difficult, that he was famous for failing 90% of his class just for the heck of it. I have brought his name up recently and have seen chills roll down the spines of those who were his victims. He has given D’s to straight “A” students, and handed failing grades to those who have never failed a class. I passed his class with a “D”, which is passing for graduation but not passing for my degree. So I had to take Biochemistry over–and I chose to take it with one of the best instructors at the entire university. My friend gave me the scoop on her: this instructor slowed everything down, explained everything to the letter, and never cursed you out in class like the other guy. Even my advisor told me that she was easy. I was in love and hadn’t even seen the lady yet. I also figured that if I could pull a “D” in this guys class, that I should rock an “A” in hers because his class started with 126 people and finished with just 16 of us. It had graduate students and undergraduates and I was one of the only students (including graduate students) to pass his final exam. I was quite proud of myself and I was one of the few people that he actually liked. I even passed his lab with an “A”.
What occurred for that next semester was a nightmare. The teaching style of the second instructor for Biochemistry did not match my learning style AT ALL. I could never follow her in class-and I was the ONLY ONE who had that problem. I immediately fell behind in class, grew extremely frustrated and started coming to class extremely late–and even sat on the front row. I fell asleep in her class, and bad mouthed her to her own students. I was angry. “This isn’t how its supposed to be!” “I’ve done this already!” “Why is it more difficult this time?!?!”
It’s because I was acting like a Sophomore and not a Philosopher. I had grown arrogant because I had experienced similar information before, yet I lacked the necessary comprehension to carry that information to the next level. That class was more painful of an experience than I care to admit. They allowed me to keep the “A” from the previous lab, but I only made a “C” in her class. It is by far one of my top ten all time embarrassing moments in education history, because I had the lowest grade in her class out of 17 students due to my own personal ignorance. My pride gave me that grade, and she literally did everything that she legally could to give me a higher grade. I looked like a fool in front of my fellow classmates, and a few of them remembered me for the next couple of years for that very display of ignorance.
The one thing that she taught me in that class was how to ask the extra question that will reveal the key concept. When I applied this philosophy to my other classes, my GPA soared, and my thirst for knowledge accelerated. Too bad I didn’t use it in her class…