During my senior year of high school, I often had "wet dreams" about leaving my parents house. Fantasizing about freedom and, the ability to come and go as I wished took the place of time designated for class work. I was tired of being told what to do, and I grew weary of the monotony of taking out the garbage and cleaning my room. Being told to come in the house by 10 while my friends stayed until 12 was fair seemed quite the contrary to me. The media bombarded my mind with the idea that being a football captain in senior year was supposed to be filled with keg parties, and orgies with cheerleaders. Schoolwork and housework weren't a apart of my 12th grade master plan. I was caught up in trying to live life the "Ferris Beuller" way. Nonetheless my opinions were set until I happened across a...