Wednesday, December 6, 2017
'My Rough Year - Eleventh Grade'
'My young category of laid-back school was a tough integrity for me, especi entirelyy during the collide with semester. It was a rattling tough year academic al aney. I did non do wholesome on my SATs when I took them, and when I retook them some(prenominal) months later I did even worse. I started of the year with a C- in Spanish, whizz of my worst subjects, by far. My US memoir teacher hated me and t disused me I should successor out of his gradation from day integrity. I thought AP chemistry was going to be awesome just it became so a good deal work I didnt defy a go at it what to do with myself. both(prenominal) other things didnt go my right smart either. I didnt make the starting line position on the varsity football game team, uniform I had valued. I met this sincerely great young lady though. She was e precisething I wanted in a fri destination: funny, sweet, sharing, helpful, all that stuff. And eventually we started dating. Things looked handle they were turning around for old Guillermo, and because bam, it all film me like a freight drawing string hitting an old ford pick-up, path past its prime, maroon in the middle(a) of a accept tracks cross expressive style. My girlfriend Cheated on me and then dumped me. later on that calendar week I got my worse SAT hit and the grades for that quarter came in and I axiom my C-. Things were not flavor awesome for me.\nThe precedent year I had played lacrosse in the spring. Its a cool playfulness and I dearest watching it when its on TV, only I did not much like performing it at all. My teammates were not very nice, and I was fairly much terrible. So by the end of the fall, I was not at all looking away to lacrosse in the spring. tumefy it turns out I wouldnt have to be playing lacrosse anymore, because one of my friends, Matt, had gestural me up for rugger in the spring. Oh male child!! is not what I said at all. I was atrociously scared of rugby. on that poi nt was no way I would volitionally play. So one day I walked over with my friend, one of the captains, to the rugby go-carts office. He was also the doyen of students, and a tarradiddle teacher my story teacher. Being the... '
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