bigon19

When Theo thought about it, really, It was his own fault. Heck, he hadn’t even applied to Pallasica University. He was barely aware the island country, or territory, whatever Pallasica was, existed. He didn’t know where it was on a map. He pictured people in leis with grass skirts and drinks with umbrellas. But it wasn’t that kind of island. When he looked, it was too far north, about the same latitude as DC. A little over half the size of Britain, it was a hair closer to Africa than the US, though it was officially a U.S. territory. They spoke English. It wouldn’t be as cold as, say, Ireland... but it was no Fiji. This Pallasica University was the biggest industry in the island. And they had a offered Theo a full ride for engineering, two years into his schooling. All this despite his notably inconsistent grades. Certainly it seemed too good to be true, but apparently the school was for real. They were producing heavy duty work there, planes, ships, even oil rigs. English was