I dreamed of being an artist when I grew up. I didn’t know what that meant until now. Not the bit where you draw and draw until you become the best. It’s the part where most aspiring artists decide to go to school to learn and get a degree; the part where you take the pen and draw, right across the dotted line and sign for another loan. I dreamed of being a comic artist when I graduated from school. But my biggest hurdle has been finding the right school and the right price. I wanted to be like my idols and dream big enough for a thousand on-lookers. I now dream of being a comic artist. I dream of telling stories and helping people dream on their own. Just like my inspirations, I want to have my work published and to change the life of at least one other person, like they have for me. To also let them learn to take every opportunity that comes their way. To show people that it’s possible to live off of what they love. A comic is all I need to start. Then find a publishing house, get it published, and suddenly I’m somewhere I never was before. I’m on shelves, or on the internet, and in someone’s thoughts that I would never have been able to reach without a comic. It’s all you need to get started, a comic. But first thing’s first, I have to pay off this tuition bill.