help!

i had a bit of an art student breakdown, the kind that comes with being in the second half of junior year with no real sense purpose. no light at the end of the art school tunnel. i cried my little eyes out to my mom, my boyfriend, but mostly to myself. i still don't have a clue where my life is taking me, but at least in a year and a half (or maybe a bit more) i'll be done with miami university and i'll never have to see those damn brick buildings again.

a career in art