Welcome to Vancouver College, an establishment, which consist of all male students. I have came a long way since I was in elementary school, when life consisted of cartoons, napping, candy, and chasing those significant others who all had "Cooties". Life has become more hectic, and since that time, I have come to deal with more serious issues such as peer pressure, appearance, the future, and those of the opposite sex. Vancouver College, ever since its existence, has been put on a pedestal of mockery as the school with "no girls". As a school full of tradition, with the upbringings of good morals and Christian Values, many see Vancouver College as the ideal school; however, some dismiss this and only see the one thing that sets aside Vancouver College from most schools: Girls.
             It was the 16th day of July when I entered the halls of Burnaby North Secondary School. Ten months of procrastination had led me to the outskirts to the horrible place known as summer school, where upon arrival, I would attempt to finish Biology 11. I had for the first time in a few months, done something productive, rather than lying on the couch to pursue a career as a slob. I had but one goal in this endeavor: to finish the course and then laugh in the faces of my peers when they suffered through the course during the normal school year. However, this would prove to be difficult. I was used to waking up every morning, putting on my grey slacks, white dress shirt, socks, tie, and those ever so popular "Oxford Style Shoes". I was in for a very big change - a change even I, "Mr. I Can Do Anything" could not handle. Five years of going to school with morning hair, a composure far from normal, and being inadequately dressed, led me to a place abundant of females: a place I thought I would love.
             First time I walked into room #120, I was a nervous wreak. I was humbled like a little child, and I was far from my comfort-zone. The sweat trickled down my for
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