"Right! It's --" she waves her hands. "People expect you to know exactly what you're going to do before you've even graduated. Way before. If you don't have the grades, or the AP courses, or the right extracurriculars, you can't get into the right schools, but if you don't know what you're doing, it can be even harder. And then that presumes you even want to do the same thing five years later. My parents don't like the structures and they're both teachers. I mean. I went to school for classics, because that's what I wanted to be learning about, but I'm pretty sure that choice as a major is also completely nuts?" She shrugs and makes a face.

"Yeaah, I'm pretty sure my classmates count among the pretentious," she grins wryly, "though I think the Harvard kids might not want to be associated with Brown premeds." Brown's got a pretty wide reputation for being a chill, fallback Ivy; she has no real stock in it as an Ivy League university at all, just in its programs, though she's pretty sure her parents like having the name to throw around. "Sounds like the best plan to me. Isn't that all anyone really does?"

"Hmm, let's go with minty." She smiles. "Thanks."