Three weeks in, things aren’t getting any better. They’re getting worse, actually. Even though the teacher said this first semester was going to be mainly reading, we’ve been having hardcore practical classes at least once a week.
Like right now.
I'm standing on a tall wall. I have to jump to the next one but I can't move because I'm f*****g scared, thinking about how much I’d love to be reading something instead of doing this s**t.
"Rio, what the hell?" Sam shouts. Everyone is looking up at me, "Just jump, man, we don't have all f*****g day."
I don't want to jump because I know I'm going to fall. I hardly made the previous jump and it was shorter than this one, the wall in front of me is farther away and taller. It's impossible. And then I have two more walls I have to jump to.
I’m
