The minute I found out I could work, and go to a Communty College, instead of going to high school I thought I won the lottery. Long story short my high school

The minute I found out I could work, and go to a Communty College, instead of going to high school I thought I won the lottery. Long story short my high school allowed gave credit for working, and going to a Communty College. Once I got to the CC it was relief. My classmates were a lot older, but that was great. Their was no BS. I made great friends. I didn't like high school much. I was respected because I was a good athlete, but hated high school. I also got a few brownie points because I survived a fight with the ultimate school bully. I went to the same school that our CA governor went to. He was ahead of me, but only graduated because his parents helped him out along the way. I could go on, but don't have the energy tonight. He is very open about his learning difficulties. O.k. so back to my high school memories. My acne was so bad, I just wanted to hide. My hormones were crazy. I remember having to get to the school at 7:00 for no reason other than listening to some disenfranchised tenure teacher rattle on about their gripes in life. The only thing I liked about high school was a kind biology teacher, and looking at those cheer leaders. Even at the time, I thought those four years in high school could have been condensed to two year if properly administrated. If I had a kid, and they hated high school like myself, I would walk them into a CC admissions office.