The Last Stretch

Today marks the last stretch. With only one month until final exams, I'm told to sprint! Towards what? As we move from class to class at the sound of a bell, we are tagged, shaved, and hearded like cattle. We are nothing without education, we are nothing without education. As some follow new dreams, some follow old, I blink doubtfully. Do I follow the dream of money, or the dream of love? Is pursuing an artistic career taking the easy way out? I wonder how many writers, painters, musicians would have chosen their profession if it took seven years of schooling... Is it selfish to please ourselves, yet displease those who have worked for us our entire lives?