However, it soon became apparent that the gap between me and the others was growing, and as that gap spread, my breathing became more labored. This wasn’t an unfamiliar situation for me, I have a bit of a penchant for getting myself into situations where I am in over my head, physically, academically and socially. Unfortunately, I was worried that I might be on the verge of an asthma attack, and my inhaler gotten misplaced in the process of packing and was currently being shipped up to me. So, by the time we reached our first pit stop to howl for wolves, I was gasping for breath. My face was red with exertion and embarrassment. I wanted to be able to keep up, I didn’t want to be the back of the pack. When the art teacher offered to escort me back to my dorm, I shook my head, I wanted to salvage what pride I had left, I wanted to have this