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the eight students in his senior seminar. “…it’s been a pleasure working with all of you guys these last few months.”
    Today’s session would be the last one for a six-week period, during which most of the students would work the land, harvesting and plowing, sowing the winter wheat. Others would be shipping out and starting their basic training in the Defense Forces.
    “You’re a super bright bunch.” Anthony looked from one student to the next. “And, together, I think we’ve thought out some things that I know I hadn’t thought out by myself.”
    There were low murmurs and nods of consent. Anthony truly liked the students in his class, and they liked him. He’d been a teacher for three years, and though he didn’t consider himself the brightest teacher in the world, he knew his relationship with his students was better than a lot of other teachers. If he didn’t have an answer to a question, Anthony was honest with his class, but then he always led them in the search for that answer. Other teachers Anthony knew, or had known as a student himself, weren’t comfortable admitting their ignorance.
    “So for today’s final discussion, I thought we’d talk about some of the dystopian societies we’ve read about this last term.” Anthony’s course was titled To Take Options: Critical Pedagogy and the Dystopian Moment in the Twentieth Century . Like many of the courses offered at the Open University, it crossed disciplines and was cross-listed under Philosophy, History, Anthropology, Sociology and the Foundations of Education.
    “Tomorrow, most of you will be out working in the fields, but remember—we’re back here for the end-of-term in six weeks.” Even those attending boot camp would be done in four weeks and come home for a month before shipping back out. “At which time, I expect second drafts of your papers.”
    That first week back from break would be a busy one for Anthony. He’d have to read through various papers and have individual conferences with these students and others—discussions meant to guide their research and writing. Anthony would never assign a grade on a first draft, only on a second draft. And those would be returned with suggestions on how to revise their papers and possibly raise their grade, if the students were interested in doing so.
    “I’ve handed back your papers with my comments and suggestions…” The students leafed through the pages Anthony had returned to them. “…and I thought today maybe we’d return to Therborn to help guide our discussion. Who remembers what Therborn had to say about ideologies?”
    Anthony didn’t have to wait long for an answer. These guys were really into the subject matter.
    “Therborn was a professor at Cambridge University,” answered Julio. “He said that ideologies tell us what exists, what’s real and what’s possible.”
    “That’s right.” Anthony smiled. Julio really got into this stuff, and was a voracious reader in addition to the assigned class material. “Ideologies tell us what’s real, what’s good, and what’s possible. But let’s break that down. If I said to you, what is an ideology, how would you answer that?”
    Julio and Felice went to answer at the same time.
    “No, you go ahead,” Julio encouraged.
    “Thanks. Ideologies are—they’re systems of thought and beliefs that structure a society.”
    Anthony nodded and threw it out to the class. “Example anyone?”
    “National Socialism in Germany in the 1930s,” said Justin.
    “Communism in the Soviet Union in the second half of the twentieth century,” Tricia added.
    “Capitalism and democracy in the United States at the same time.”
    “Okay, Maine, good. And why is it that we usually don’t recognize ideologies?”
    “Because we’re in them,” answered Jermaine. “It’s like Sartre said, we’re in the soup.”
    “They structure our lives,” offered Erin. “They order our lives.”
    “You’re both right.” Anthony’s