This summer? Well this summer has been the most life altering summer of my life. I graduated from high school. I got accepted into all but one of my college choices. Can you believe I didn't get into Stanford? Mortified is what I am. Then I joined the police department in Hathian.

Maybe the stories should have warded me off. Maybe even the rumors and whispers throughout the city speaking of HPD's corruption should have unswayed me, but it didn't. I thought; Maybe just for the summer. Maybe just one summer I'd work for the department. I'd make dad proud of me. I'd be as good a cop as he was while on the force.

I left behind my friends in New Orleans and I opted out of a summer in France with my sister, Shiloh. I opted out of the fun and potentially amazing time I could have had shopping and meeting French guys to stay in a crappy little town in the middle of nowhere. Where in the hell does that even equal sanity? That makes about as much sense as driving backward in the middle of the night during a blizzard with your high beams on. What? Exactly. Don't do it. If life gives you the chance to leave a hole in the wall town? Do it. Do it unabashedly and never. look. back.

I know. That's what she said. And really. It is.

In giving my service to the community I could become richer with how many pig jokes come from the mouth of the Hathian citizens. But, you would think that after one pig joke you think you've heard them all? Nope. Not the case. I still find myself amazed the lengths people will go just to find new ways to refer to us cops. Still. Amazed.

But then again, idiocy amazes me because I don't understand its form.

In light of that though. That's not really the worst that has happened to me during my time this summer in Hathian.

But those confessions. Those memories? Those stay locked away in private, because really, i'm not ready to share those yet, not even write them.

Just know that. Hathian changes your perception of the world. It takes everything you know as good and tears it down into nothing but tattered shreds and scatters them at your feet for the wind to sweep away. Hathian is the purveyor of all things wrong in this world.

All I know is that I should have been in the south of France right now enjoying shopping for real $600+ Louis Vuitton purses and drinking a delicious glass of wine. And yet, here I still am.

Oxford. Here I come.