Be Kind - We Deserve Better
One of the most painful experiences I went through as a teenager happened after I first moved to California with my sister and her husband. During my first year at Rancho Cotate High School, I took a P.E. class where I met some friendly students, but I also met others who weren't so nice to me. In that class, we played a variety of different sports. Some of them I enjoyed playing, others not so much, which I'd rather not play again. One of my least favorite sports is soccer, and there's a story behind it. During the school year, my teacher put the students into different groups for every sport we played. In the first semester, we played soccer, my least favorite sport, as I mentioned. In my group, a boy always came after me every time I made a mistake. When we played soccer for P.E., the ball would come flying to my face, and I impulsively put my hand between myself and the ball because I didn't want the ball to hit me. Every time I made a mistake, the boy would get ma