I can't come up with a clever title for all this...

Today was one of the longest days I have had in awhile. I cannot complain because I love what I do these long dreadful and at the same time very rewarding days.

Here in the writing department we meet every couple weeks to see what our goals are for the year. Today was a very interesting day. We had another of our meetings... not to mention we got delivery from noodles and company so that was pretty much a guarantee that Julia, head of the writing department, had something in mind for all us. Although, as usual the meeting took a different turn and we talked about being able to bring passion to the classroom while incorporating the personal and technical ideas or something like that.... well we didn't really come to a way to do that so the conversation just kind of went all over the place. But the whole discussion of passion made me think of if I would consider myself a romantic or if I would be be able to recognize romanticism.

Unfortunately.... I don't even know how to recognize passion when I see it. I love doing lots of things and I have interest in many different topics but can I really say that I am passionate about _____? I do not think I am at that point in my life... I remember saying couple years ago that I was passionate about art. Am I really? When was the last time I painted or produced a piece of art? I cannot recall. I also remember saying that I was passionate about music. I only played the viola for 3 years. I go in and out of phases where I "have" a passion for about a year and then I am done with it. Nothing in my life provokes that much emotion in my life for me to call it my passion. For those few of us who are lucky have chosen their passions lead a live where many of the things they do is focused and I feel like I am all over the place. I think that is a good way to describe where I am at this point in my life. All over the place! Well now come to think of it. Do I wanna be that person who has a fixed passion and is so focused on this path of life? How is one supposed to learn and establish and experience and..... I don't get it. Once again I have managed to confuse myself.

This makes me think of an assignment that I have for my psychology class that is due on Friday. I am very excited to write about it. I guess I can say that the current topic of discussion is kinda my passion:) Heh, the usage of the word kind of makes me laugh. We are talking about gender, class, and race. I am going to analyze the gender, class, race issues portrayed in movies that are out this week and I have to write a psychology paper on it. I am quiet excited to do that:)I believe I can really work with that.

Anyways, this was a long and dreadful post. By the way, I am very proud of myself with all this shit I am doing for work and school, I am currently on the path to finishing the novel I am reading. How exciting, I might just finish in the next couple of weeks and start a new one:) Who knows:)