?My junior year of high school was a tough one for me, especially during the fall semester. It was a really tough year academically. I did not do well on my SATs when I took them, and when I retook them several months later I did even worse. I started of the year with a C- in Spanish, one of my worst subjects, by far. My US history teacher hated me and told me I should switch out of his class from day one. I thought AP chemistry was going to be awesome but it became so much work I didn’t know what to do with myself. Some other things didn’t go my way either. I didn’t make the starting position on the varsity football team, like I had wanted. I met this really great girl though. She was everything I wanted in a friend: funny, sweet, sharing, helpful, all that stuff. And eventually we started dating. Things looked like they were turning around for old Guillermo, and then bam, it all hit me like a freight train hitting an old ford pick-up, way past its prime, stranded in the middle of a train tracks crossway. My girlfriend Cheated on me and then dumped me. Later on that week I got my worse SAT scores and the grades for that quarter came in and I saw my C-. Things were not looking awesome for me. The previous year I had played lacrosse in the spring. It’s a cool sport and I love watching it when it’s on TV, but I did not much like playing it at all. My teammates were not very nice, and I was pretty much terrible. So by the end of the fall, I was not at all looking forward to lacrosse in the spring. Well it turns out I wouldn’t have to be playing lacrosse anymore, because one of my friends, Matt, had signed me up for rugby in the spring. “Oh boy!!” is not what I said at all. I was dreadfully scared of rugby. There was no way I would willingly play. So one day I walked over with my friend, one of the captains, to the rugby coach’s office. He was also the dean of students, and a history teacher my history teacher. Being the