"No one makes money in art."
This is the mantra of parents and guidance counselors everywhere: Don't go to art school or you will die poor, hungry, and alone. Zombies will eat your spleen and you will never experience joy. EVER. Since you're good with your hands, why not try auto mechanics?
I did try the tech school thing for a while. I got through almost half of the welding program at my university when *BAM* I got pregnant (D'oh!). Having a kid really forced me to re-evaluate my priorities. I decided to scrap the welding career in order to show my son the importance of following your dreams.
So here I am. Starting over. Again. I'm 24 years old, momma, clinging on to Plan D and staring down the "Freshman" label on my university webprofile. My son and I are living on student loans with no promise of a bright future, but we're going to make it happen.
Take that, high school guidance counselor. Who needs a spleen, anyway!?
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