Chelsea, Chelsea, I believe, while you're dancing slowly suckin' your sleeve the boys get lonely after you leave
Nothing too exciting, I guess. I once received advice from a coworker, Patty S, to never make a plan B. Just as I get used to that idea, I need a plan B. Fun, no? I mean, it's something I have time to plan out, but it's still slightly annoying.
I plan on double majoring World Religions with Journalism. Martine wanted to do Photojournalism. We psuedo-planned on finding a job together so we can still be around one another. It would have been a beautiful arrangement, traveling to the corners of the globe and experiencing life, one culture at a time. I know her parents aren't fond of this plan, and money was a huge issue.
This afternoon I was helping her look for art scholarships, even. Tonight, though. UGH. We were talking online and she comes out with "I'm going to do psychology in ______ in New York State."
The ********?
She would do fantastically with photojournalism. She has a brilliant eye for photos. People are curious, They want to see the world from the comfort of their own homes. There is no better time than now for her to be a photojournalist.
Please, I need an opinion.
AnnieAngst Community Member 
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