The best time of my life?

People used to tell me when I was a teenager that I needed to enjoy it, that it was going to be the best time of my life. To enjoy it while it lasted, before I had bills to pay, little mouths of my own to feed, responsibilities other than getting up for school on time and keeping good grades. I never believed them; instead I would think “If this is the best time of my life, just shoot me now.” I had a hard time with high school. Not with the social aspect of it, believe me, I could get along with anyone from any crowd. It was the sitting in class that I had an issue with. It really didn’t start until my sophomore year at Fossil Ridge High School, in Keller Texas. My freshman year I was going to a very small school in the podunk town of Utopia Texas, before my parents moved up to Fort Worth at the end of the school year. I wasn’t able to finish out the year and ended up losing all of my credits for my second semester. So the next year I started off as a freshman at Fossil Ridge but I had to take all of the same classes I had already sat through. Two of roughest classes to retake were Biology and Algebra. I remember being SO bored, and a little bit angry sitting in class, listening to the same lectures, learning the same things over again. I already knew most of it. I would ace all of my tests but slack on my homework, sometimes being 2 weeks behind on it, all because it was so stinking boring that I refused to spend my free time after school doing the homework. My sophomore year I floated by with a C+ average, my time in class spent daydreaming with out even noticing it and writing notes to my friends. At the end of my sophomore year the school found out that my family had moved out of the district. My dad used to drive us 30 minutes in traffic to get us to school every morning. I remember literally begging the school to please let me finish the year out before I had to switch, but they were not having it. So off I went to Northwest High School in Justin Texas, leaving Fossil Ridge, and leaving behind three fourths of a semester worth of credits that I had accumulated. My junior year at Northwest I started the year with the credits of a brand new sophomore. I remember feeling over it all, over high school, over the same classes that I would have to repeat, over meeting yet another set of friends at yet another high school. So I just gave up. When I was in sixth grade I had gone to Northwest, a lot of my friends still went there so I had a few girls that I would hangout with. I started skipping school daily, sneaking away in their cars to smoke cigarettes and listen to Brittney Spears blasting on their radios. The school eventually informed my mother of my behavior, telling her that in order for there to be any hopes of me graduating I’d have to take summer school. She wasn’t having it, my mom told me that I would have to drop out of school and get my GED. She didn’t feel there was any hope of me graduating, I’m sure judging by the choices I was making. So despite my pleas and promises to dedicate my self to school again, I had to drop out. I was 15 when this happened and I remember it as if it were yesterday. This was the beginning of me becoming an adult.