School is starting again and I'm starting to feel a might bit more purposeful. In a word, I feel excited about life. So many people seem to zombie walk their way through most of their experiences and I can't help but wonder how they aren't more excited about the possibility.
I'm excited about the fact that I have a new roster of students. I'm excited about trying out standards based grading. I'm excited to see my friends and colleagues at work.
I suppose it comes down to passion and curiosity. I may not always look the part, but I'm a passionate person. For me, it's a self-feed mechanism where once it starts, it's hard to stop. Depression absolutely kills the excitement part, but I maintain the manic and obsessive speed. So when I'm depressed, I'm doing something that I hate, but I can't stop myself from doing it. Maybe that's a bit neurotic, but I can't help it. I've long since given up the notion that I'll ever achieve a semblance of normal. Competence yes, normal no. Regardless of my mental state, I push forward.
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