Ascar.
On my third day in Ascar, I regretted it.
People always told this joke, "The three years I spent studying in Ascar were the hardest seven years of my five-year life. But once you graduate and return home in ten years, you'll have twelve colorful years to share with your family."
Turned out it wasn't a joke. It was reality.
Every day, as soon as I opened my eyes, it was time for class. Twenty-four hours a day just wasn't enough. In just three days, it felt like I'd endured thirty years of life.
It was hard to imagine that this was only the first year.
After class, Blake walked me home.
He said, "Your thesis topic has been approved. The professor was very pleased with it and said he hadn't seen a student with such a fresh perspective in a long time.
"You have no idea how picky
