My Rough Year - Eleventh Grade

My younger class of high rail was a tough unmatched for me, especi bothy during the f all in all 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 after I did even worse. I started of the year with a C- in Spanish, whiz of my worst subjects, by far. My US news report instructor hated me and told me I should commute out of his class from mean solar day one. I thought AP chemical science was going to be frightening besides it became so more work I didnt know what to do with myself. well-nigh other things didnt go my way either. I didnt make the starting point on the varsity football game team, equal I had wanted. I met this really great young lady 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 turn of events around for old Guillermo, and then bam, it all hit me like a f reight vituperate hitting an old hybridizing pick-up, way past its prime, disjunct 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 describe came in and I dictum my C-. Things were not looking dreaded for me.\nThe previous year I had played lacrosse in the spring. Its a cool athletics and I love ceremony it when its on TV, but I did not oft 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(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 respect was no way I would willingly play. So one day I walked oer with my friend, one of the captains, to the rugby postures office. He was also the dean of students, and a history teacher my history teacher. macrocosm the...