Maybe you always knew. Your parents presumed you would go to university. They told you often that they were saving for your future. Thinking back, future and university were one and the same. It was simply expected, and so here you are.

Maybe university felt like it was out of reach. You just don’t come from a place where people go to university. As you were growing up, you often heard the arts were a waste of time. Real jobs don’t come from literature, or history, or philosophy. But somehow you’ve arrived here, in a literature department, in studio arts, in philosophy, and you feel caught in between. No one at home really understands what you’re up to. They want to know where it will lead.

Maybe growing up it was a dream. You just couldn’t wait to have the opportunity to spend hours reading, learning, exploring. But once you …

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