As the sun was setting on the summer of 1980, I packed my limited belongings into my 1972 Olds Cutlass. I was preparing to depart the shores of Lake Huron and the small Village of Lexington that I called home. That first westward drive as a Spartan to East Lansing was one of excitement, fear and anxiousness. I had many questions, there were many unknowns and the personal equity that I built during my time in my high school classrooms, sports, and stage were fading in my rear-view mirror. It was time to start over, take a leap, develop new relationships, respond to higher academic challenges and simply try to fit in. I felt as if my life was a sports season and my record was once again 0-0.