I’ve always been told that going to art school is a waste of my time. No one’s going to hire me and I’ll be living out of a van in the woods. I’ve started amending my conversations with family so I wouldn’t seem like I’m not going anywhere in life. Instead of, “I’m going to art school to follow my passion for ceramics, sculpture, and jewelry,” I change it to, “I’m going to art school, but I’m going to major in a lucrative field so I can get a job.” If the factor of finding a job was taken out of the equation entirely, all the pieces would fall into place. I could make as much art as I wanted. I would devote my time to making a difference by building something beautiful and meaningful with my own hands. My art could make it around the world or around the block and that’s fine with me. As long as I change the life of one person, I will have reached my goal. I may not have changed the world, but I will have changed that one person’s world.