When I first enrolled in an all-arts university, my chosen major was film and no one questioned my motives. My parents fostered dreams of their daughter becoming a famous director and possibly paying for their retirement community one day. Then, after two years of dissatisfaction in the program, I switched to the sculpture department. Suddenly, all of the support I had received was gone. After all, “artist” is practically synonymous with “starving.” Since my art university cost over $20,000 per [...]

