All my personal experience has always gone against that. For some reason, it didn't seem as if it'd fly to tell these professors, "I really don't have any big dreams. I just want to learn this craft and other ones as well as I can and learn more about the world while I do it; I'll let the ambition come on its own, later".
They told me, rather dismissively, to have a nice day as I walked out.
Anyway, it's that sour note that's been setting my evening off (that, and the fact that I had a horrible case of loneliness and nervous energy afterwards and there was nowhere to go and no close-by friends availiable). So I've mostly just been drinking, which is so pathetic my mom came upstairs and offered to "hug it better".
I'm supposed to be writing now, but I'm aware that I can't write well when I'm angry and depressed, so it'll have to wait until early tomorrow morning or late tonight. I'm not sure if it's a pass-out-early night or stay-up-until-two-tomorrow-afternoon night. Suppose it doesn't matter much either way; church tomorrow is the only thing I've really got to do for the rest of the week.