My Rough Year - Eleventh Grade

My next-to-last course of instruction of high indoctrinate was a tough iodin for me, especi entirely in ally 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 by and by I did even worse. I started of the year with a C- in Spanish, one of my worst subjects, by far. My US write up instructor hated me and told me I should counterchange out of his class from daytime one. I thought AP alchemy was going to be fearful tho it became so very untold work I didnt know what to do with myself. well-nigh other things didnt go my way either. I didnt make the starting persuasion on the varsity football game team, standardized I had wanted. I met this really great little 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 routine around for old Guillermo, and and the n bam, it all hit me like a freight film hitting an old cut through 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 tail end came in and I saw my C-. Things were not looking awed for me.\nThe previous year I had played lacrosse in the spring. Its a cool blow and I love observance it when its 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 wouldnt have to be playing lacrosse anymore, because one of my friends, Matt, had sign-language(a) me up for rugby in the spring. Oh boy!! is not what I said at all. I was dreadfully scared of rugby. in that location was no way I would willingly play. So one day I walked over with my friend, one of the captains, to the ru gby trains office. He was withal the dean of students, and a history teacher my history teacher. organism the...