Andria smacked her head. She forgot that pre-med wasn’t actually a degree but a track. All that someone needed to do was finish the prerequisites for the MCAT. The degree itself was open. “I made a mistake,” she said quickly. “I’m aiming for medicine, but I’m planning on majoring in Communication Arts. Maybe Sociology. Going to try an intro class before deciding.”

It was a very unorthodox way of going about preparing for medschool, but from what her dad told her, non-science degrees were sought after. It showed initiative he said. She already knew she could memorize even if it was rather dry at times. What she wanted to work on was refining the way she communicated with humans. Surely a doctor not only had to be good within the sciences but also how he or she acts within social circumstances as well. 

Forgetting her brief moment of embarrassment, she listened to Emma on how she said she was from Scotland. “You’re super far from home,” she said. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t tired from the flight. You did just arrived, right? Tomorrow then! I’ve had plenty of time to walk the campus. We can go together, if you’d like. I’m sure we’ll see each other - in sociology and gen eds.”

Crawling over to the end of her bed, Andria snaked her hand in her bag and pulled out a water bottle and took a sip. “So, Emma. What are you into?”