I am a top A high school student and have done well to get 7 straight A's when it came to chosing university I staggered at the thought only because I want to take a year off and do some travel as working in grape picking and just travelling for a year first with my girlfriend who likes the idea. but come next fall the decision will have to be made, biomechanical or hospitality ? either way I really don't care to be a big achiever at university I don't want to study art or accounts etc its got to be worthwhile for me.

I am a top A high school student and have done well to get 7 straight A's when it came to chosing university I staggered at the thought only because I want to take a year off and do some travel as working in grape picking and just travelling for a year first with my girlfriend who likes the idea. but come next fall the decision will have to be made, biomechanical or hospitality ? either way I really don't care to be a big achiever at university I don't want to study art or accounts etc its got to be worthwhile for me.
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