“What　are　you　majoring　in；　dear？’　Eleanor　asked；　plucking　a　mini　quiche　off　a　passing　tray。　“Do　you　have　any　idea　what　you’ll　be　doing　after　college？”

“I　don’t　know。　I　thought　I　had　a　few　more　semesters　of　undergrad；　but　it　turns　out　I　don’t。”　Serena　shook　her　head。　There　was　a　silver　lining　to　missing　Dan　and　having　no　social　life：　It　had　forced　Serena　to　keep　herself　busy；　signing　up　for　back…to…back　lectures　and　seminars。　Her　advisor　had　called　her　in　for　a　meeting　on　the　last　day　of　finals。　Serena　had　been　nervous；　sure　she’d　failed　a　philosophy　exam　or　accidentally　forgotten　to　turn　in　a　French　paper。　Instead；　she　found　out　that　because　she’d　amassed　so　many　credits　from　her　regular　classes　and　classes　at　the　New　School　while　she　was　in　New　York；　she’d　be　able　to　graduate　in　spring　without　having　majored　in　anything。　Serena　bit　her　lip　and　shrugged。　“I’m　graduating　in　May；　so　I　have　to　figure　it　out。”

What？　Blair　wanted　to　throw　her　champagne　glass　on　the　floor。　“How？”　she　spat。　Serena　had　started　college　a　full　two　years　after　Blair；　and　hadn’t　even　taken　as　many　AP　classes　as　she　had　back　in　high　school。　In　fact—Blair　racked　her　brain—had　Serena　even　taken　any？

Who　needs　APs　when　you’ve　got　charm？

“I　took　a　bunch　of　New　School　classes　the　year　before　I　started；　and　I’ve　been　taking　a　lot　of　credits。　I　didn’t　know；　though。”　Serena　shrugged　blithely。　“Dan　got　into　grad　school　for　poetry　at　Iowa；　so　I　might　go　there。”　She　hadn’t　mentioned　it　to　Dan；　but　really；　it　didn’t　seem　like　such　a　bad　option。　Wasn’t　Iowa　City　supposed　to　be　really　quaint？　And　what　else　would　she　do？

Um；　get　a　life？

Good　riddance；　Blair　wanted　to　scream。　Serena　could　go　off　to　Iowa　and　live　on　a　farm　and　milk　cows；　or　whatever　people　did　there。