High School Daze And The Summer Thereafter...

I HATED HIGH SCHOOL!!I dont know any other way to put it. I had really bad ADD. I could never concentrate on any main subjects. Math was definately the worst. Its not that I couldnt do it, its that I got so bored attempting to do it that it was frustrating to me. Its difficult to express my feelings towards that subject. Anyways, so English was ok. I never really had a hardcore english class anyways. I sortof goofed off in english a lot now that I think about it. History classes I actually sometimes enjoyed bc I like history. Nuff said there. Science I honestly dont know how I passed bc I NEVER paid any attention. (and all my teachers sucked at life so...). All the other classes I took were just extras and I enjoyed them a lot. One of the ones I really enjoyed was called Scientific Visualization and Animation I and II. Those classes were amazing bc I got to animate objects and make scenes in 3D. AWESOME! Another class I actually liked was CET I and II (Computer Engineering Technology). It was such a chill class. So was NET I and II (Network Engineering Technology). My second year of NET was by far the best though because a few weeks into school, my teacher got hit by a car and was out for the rest of the year basically. So we had substitutes everyday. I didnt do a single assignment after that. And I still got an A+. :) Now onto the social aspect of things. I was the guy that knew my entire graduating class and for the most part, everyone knew me too. The only thing was that nobody ever talked to me outside of school. I blame this partly on my parents for not letting me get my license (which btw, I STILL DONT HAVE!) >:( So I never really had the oportunity to go and do anything after school ever. My sophmore year my dad gave me a job at Blue Moose Movies, which is a local video store he and a friend own. I hated that job so much even though it is probably the easiest job on the planet. So after I got this job, there wasnt any time for me to do anything with my "friends" anyways. Nobody called me to hang out anyways, so it wasnt a huge deal, but it still hurt to not be popular I guess you could say. So working was my way of escaping what we like to call "real life" even though half the time it wasnt really an escape at all. It finally came to a point in time where my parents were basically controlling my life and everything I did, even after I finally graduated from high school. My dad even controlled the hours I worked so I had NO say in anything I did. Hopefully you can see why this would be frustrating to me. So one summer monday night I was working and my good friend Preston was there keeping me company/helping me out around the store. My dad had told me the night before that I wasnt allowed to go to his house at all that week because he was PMSing about some gay sh--. Anyways, so preston was there helping me and we were about to leave before my dad pulled up to pick me up. Right as we were finishing things, my dad rolls into the parking lot and im thinking, oh crap. So he walks in and is like "you ready to go?" and i was like "um no not yet but ive got a ride so dont worry about it. ill be home later". well this did not sit well with him. he then turns to me and says, "umm, no. youre coming home with me now!" and as he was walking out the door I said "NO IM NOT!" and that got him into this really confused sortof are you talking back to me? look. he said "I dont think you want to do this right now" and I said "oh yes I think I do. dad, when are you going to stop controlling my life and everything I do? Im soo sick of all your stupid rules and regulations on my life." he then proceeded to say "whenever you move out of my house, you can do what you want, but in my house you follow my rules". I then said "well that can be arranged" and he said "so youre moving out?" I said "idk, maybe". he said again "so youre moving out?" and I said "you know, I think I am!" so he said "ok then. youve got a week to get all your crap out of my house and at the end of the week, you no longer have a job here". At this point I was so frustrated, excited, scared, and OH CRAP WHAT DID I JUST DO. So Preston runs in after my dad leaves and I tell him what just happened and he gets really excited bc this means that I'm moving in with him. So we go back to my house and grab as much crap as we could fit in his car, and we went to unload it at his house. And thus began the amazing 6 month adventure with preston....