I’m meeting with my advisor tomorrow to try to (supposedly) figure out what I’m going to do for my thesis. I felt like graduation was a million light years away and now…I only have one semester of classes left. Tonight, I sat down and tried to hammer out the four or five vague research ideas that have struck me as potential candidates for research over the last year. I guess it was semi-productive. But I feel like I’m going through an identity crisis. Who am I? What am I trying to accomplish here? What am I most passionate about? What can I spend an entire semester researching without losing my mind and wanting to staple things to people’s heads? It seems like I should know by now who I am and where I’m going. Instead I feel like I’m drifting, without compass, stars or rudder, on the vast ocean of literature and rhetoric. Here’s hoping that my advisor can toss me a lifeboat and some oars.