I entered this semester to find the “it” class that we all dream about in college to fall in love with. I was shopping 8 hours of class a day, sitting in on classes of constitutional law, pop music, egyptology, the list goes on. They were all interesting, but I never felt….for lack of better word, inspired.
By the second day of “shopping,” I stumbled into my last class. It was 6:30 pm and the class ran until 8pm. It was really far from my dorm so the chances were looking slim. I looked over the syllabus. “Killer Love: Passion and Crime in Fiction and Film.” +1 pt for creative name.
Then came the book and movie list.
Medea, Othello, Dangerous Liaisons, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Belle de Jour, The Conformist, The Last Temptation of Christ, Lolita, Mygale.
+100 pts for scandalous-ness
It’s cheesy, but as I scanned the book list, I felt nothing but elated because this is the stuff that I absolutely love. I’ve always been fascinated by dark love and how passion and curiosity can lead individuals to extremes.
Soon, the professor walked in. He had salt and pepper hair and rocked the sneakers + slacks combo. As he went over the course list, I watched as he flushed and stumbled over his words because he was so excited about what he was talking about.
+ 1000 pts.
He asked us to consider the fundamental difference between passion and love. I was so used to thinking that passion was just a more intense version of love that I never saw them as different. Instead, he said to consider love as an active, positive feeling. It forces you to actively care for another and you do anything to guarantee the others’ well-being. On the other hand, passion stems from the italian word “passio,” which translates to a passive state of being in which something is done to you. Passion might not be the most active version of yourself but instead the most passive agent of yourself in which you are not yourself anymore. It is a loss of reason and a submissiveness to pain and debilitating emotion. Thus, it brings upon the ultimate question that we would explore in the class: ”Does passion torture people because it blinds them, or, on the contrary, does it permit them to apprehend who and what we really are?”
As I left class that day, I had the biggest, dorkiest, smile on my face. I feel like I have found one of those gems in college that changes how you think and perceive the world and I’m super excited to see how the semester will turn out. And, I’m telling my Tumblr because all my friends here have already heard me gush about it for countless hours on end.