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My name is Erin. I am eighteen years old, and I live in the boiling wasteland of Australia. Tortured writer, diehard Gillarudd shipper, eccentric nerdy nerd extraordinnaire.

So, the first round of university offers in WA has been released.

Curtin University has offered me Journalism, which was my first preference.

I put down random courses. Random arts/humanities courses because I had to put down something, and I don’t want a single one of them. And I really don’t want Journalism.

I know you can fuck around with your major, but, browsing the courses at Curtin University, all of them are as hideously unappealing as they were when I was forced to make a selection. They’re things I could do, and things I would be good at. But they’re not things I care about.

Victorian first round offers come out tomorrow. All I need is one, and I’m out of here. Event though none of those courses appeal to me, either, it only takes one offer to have me out of here.