This is the title of my first paper for Ethics: Cultural Diversity. There is a text-book, but for research purposes it’s limited to explaining definitions of things like: Migration, Annexation, or colonization. Which can I say that migration seems like it’s almost the same as emigration and immigration except with different terminology? All of them involve another race moving into a foreign country in some way. If we look at the technicalities than yeah, I guess I see the difference….but nothing like confusing the over worked college student/single working mother. So I’m trying to “research” on the web to find quality sources of information….so far, nothing useful. Wikipedia and Answers.com are not viable research options, which of course is the two most popular searches for my subject. YAY! Go internet of useless information. It may just be time to bust out the old traditional research method….the library.
I must say there is some kind of romanticism to studying in the library amongst dusty books…with a notepad and a pencil. Nostalgia is tugging at my memory…pulling on my heart-strings. I’m the hopeless romantic at heart who loves old vintage ways of expression…which is probably why I still carry a journal with a pen. I can’t say that I use pencils that often anymore but there’s nothing like the feeling of the pen gliding over paper, filling it with words of creation, the soul of thought. Sometimes I feel like I should have been born a long time ago, in a different era. Where time was slow and the world wasn’t in such a hurry to get no where. Back when people savored the day in every moment.
But, here I am, where in less than a half hour I can mass email, txt, and contact every person I know, pick up dinner, eat, and find a good movie. Usually….all at the same time. I need a nice long vacation in Spain, where time doesn’t dictate what I’m doing, there’s no rush to be here or there. We can just be.
I am the Master of my Fate 