In the philosophy department, there are mostly girls; seven or eight fashionable young women were gathered under the School of Humanities building, chatting away, their conversations often punctuated by bursts of bell-like laughter.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a few boys gathered in a corner, puffing clouds of smoke while chatting:
"They always say graduation equals unemployment. We didn't take it seriously before, but now we finally understand! This half year outside has been nothing but setbacks, and I still haven't found a suitable job. If I'd known, I might've just bitten the bullet and studied for graduate school!"
"You're making it sound like getting into grad school is easy. If it were that simple, everyone would be deepening their studies, wouldn't they?"
