At Least He Was Happy

I am done with my black and white photo class. With a travelful year almost behind me I was able to take a bunch of unique scenic pictures (unique in a way that my classmates haven't invested their gas to go to these places) and family pictures, whose subjects are more than willing to pose for me. My professor seemed to be impressed with the pictures that he encouraged me to take the another class. I'm sure he doesn't mean to do a soft sell of the college, though he successfully stroked my ego a little bit. Well, I might enroll the next semester just to have an escapist activity which I hope will turn into something else, something mind boggling. Nothing bad with wishful thinking is there?