One of the few comp courses left at the University of Chicago when I attended (note: the term "attended" should be construed very loosely) was called O.M.P. ... "Organisation, Methods, and Principles of Knowledge". It was a three-quarter course, i.e., an entire year, and one's grade was based upon a 6-hour comprehensive (hence "comp") exam given at the end of the year. It was Philosophy. I believe it was later dismantled and rebuilt as Philosophy 101, 102, 103. Anyway, as Huck Finn says about The Pilgrim's Progress, the statements in it were "interesting, but tough". Fact is, I don't think any one really understood it. I know I didn't. So we bullshitted our way through the course and the exam, then we went out and got drunk, as any proper student should. So I don't really know much about Philosophy, but I think I know what's right and what's wrong, and that'll have to do, because I'm not going back in there. Hell, no!
I sort of go by the Tentmaker's words:
Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went.