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Victor is surrounded by stacks of her poetry, marked up. Someone just got workshopped! The poems have titles like Vultures, or Coroners Have Feelings Too and Sparrows, or Not Everyone Can Be a Peacock and That's Okay! Titles like Flamingos, or Why Music Boxes are Depressing and A Small Flock, or Not Every Limerick is About Unfortunate Nantucket Men. She has a queasy kind of look of someone who has a headache but is trying very hard not to have a headache through sheer force of will. She has a notebook, but it's closed. She smiles a little smile.
"I need to decide what to take for my last semester in college. I know it seems kinda backwards, but I've looked through the coursebooks and... circled mostly all of it, so I'd rather narrow it down by having a good list that might not be offered than try it the other way. I don't have any requirements left, and I'm interested in nearly everything. What should I go for? Orgo is probably a no-go, because the professors I've heard of for it are kinda scary. I'm a writing major, if that means anything."
((Teeny-edit for wordchoice.))
"I need to decide what to take for my last semester in college. I know it seems kinda backwards, but I've looked through the coursebooks and... circled mostly all of it, so I'd rather narrow it down by having a good list that might not be offered than try it the other way. I don't have any requirements left, and I'm interested in nearly everything. What should I go for? Orgo is probably a no-go, because the professors I've heard of for it are kinda scary. I'm a writing major, if that means anything."
((Teeny-edit for wordchoice.))