I thank God for the time I spent at Gonzaga. I know it was over 30 years ago, and times have changed. Still, I'm certain that Fr. Bob Spitzer would not allow a charlatan like Churchill on the campus.
Although I majored in accounting, my most memorable class after all these years was a third year philosophy class. The professor, a Jesuit priest, "unlocked the door" regarding the nature of philosophy:
"With philosophy, it's not what you say, it's how you say it, because philosophy is nothing but a bunch of bull s---!"
I don't think I ever worked harder for a B in my life. On Tuesday, we'd get our assignment for Thursday's class, which was a two page, typed book report, on such books as Wittgenstein's Blue and Brown Books.
Thursday's two hour class would entail each of us (14) reading our reports, followed by discussion and comments. That 12 of the 14 students were theology majors, and studying for the priesthood, added to the singularity of the experience.
He did frequently take entire weeks off to go on "sabbaticals" to Italy and other places (being a college prof was a very cushy job, even back then), but most of my fondest memories of college were the lectures he gave in that class.