To my [photography] professors:

Hello,

I will have a life after college.  I really don’t believe that the fact that I haven’t seen the show at the UICA yet will destroy me forever as an artist, and I refuse to be the person who “learns to live on 5 hours of sleep”, or comes into work on Sunday.  I don’t really envision myself as a master photographer with a long list of gallery showings by the age of 30, and it doesn’t bother me.  It bothers me that it bothers you.  As if I’m doing something terribly wrong, or lacking passion.  I can guarantee you that is not the case.  To be perfectly honest, I’d be superbly content just making food for my family, and chasing them around the house, and building forts outside to show to my children’s dad when he gets home from work.  And I might just take a few pictures of them along the way.  No worries, I won’t abandon photography altogether, I just won’t sell my soul for it like I envision you doing.  And cheaply, may I say.