I taxied the airplane directly to the fuel pumps, got out, and walked around to check for any damage. Luckily all I found were traces of corn in odd places and I just knew that everyone inside was watching as I removed the evidence of my little adventure. I walked into the office and was greeted by airport owner and Colemill Enterprises President Bill Colbert, who to a 16-year-old was an imposing figure. "What happened?" he asked. I looked at the floor and shook my head and said, "The plane needs fuel," and quietly walked out the door. I returned the next day and walked into the office to find Mr. Colbert again looking at me. "Your instructor is waiting for you in the classroom. … By the way, do you know how much fuel was in the plane when you landed?" I said, "Not much," which turned out to be an understatement and less than a gallon. Yep, it was yet another lesson. It was the last thing I said the rest of the afternoon as I was doing a lot of listening to a lot of people. In the debriefing session with my instructor, and with a lot of input from Mr. Colbert, we determined that most likely I encountered crosswinds greater than forecast as well as elements of wind shear. Those and the unnecessary retraction of the flaps.