ABSTRACT
When I started graduate school, I thought my classmates' passion for creativity was bizarre. In fact, “passion” doesn't begin to describe how much they loved talking about creativity – it came up almost every day, and several times a day at that. I'd sit in class or at my desk and listen to creativity this, creativity that, creativity everything all the time! It drove me to distraction, primarily because the word creativity immediately made me visualize hippies running barefoot through a field of daisies, probably rubbing crystals on their foreheads and listening to acid rock (look it up, kids).
