Once she graduated from high school, she applied for a course in graphic design in San Diego, but she didn't get in:
zo "But Jonah did teach me a few things about college. That dude should be like a guidance counselor or something..."
zo "He showed me these classes in graphic design that seemed fun."
zo "I had to do something else aside from working at Tattoos when I couldn't surf. So, I applied for a course."
zo "But it turns out, I'm not good enough to get accepted for anything over here."
zo "Any joy I actually felt from graduating was gone after that."
So what she needs is a college with lower standards, one which will accept any fuckwit...