Mr Warhol, I miss you dearly;

It is apparent that we can't get away with anything. You celebrated her life with glamour and gusto while we struggle with her sickness, no... This cannot be.

This place is defective and it will damage us. Contrary to what you think, we are more controlled than you believe. We are the ones that fall into conformity. Not you.

We give up our sleep, our freedom to enjoy what our youth offers, and rush to complete our assignments and in our pathetic defence, we love what we're doing and it's for our future, to live our dream. It's a joke how we have time for nothing else but work and you think we're lucky to be able to express ourselves creatively. Let me tell you something, you're the one that is blessed because when you clock out or end school, you are free and can be someone else. In the words of Tyler Durden, "You are not your job".

But I am. For I sell myself. My job is who I am. It is all I am and all I will ever be.

Yet I still have not found bliss in this.

And after all is said and done, I am still condemned by a grade. An institution will always be an institution whether it celebrates the arts or not.

And you think as artists we are the liberated race?

You cannot be more wrong than this.