Aight, so, 2014-2015 school year ends, I have to go down to Tennessee to see my mother, I have no choice. I decide to make the best of it and see my friends while I'm down there.
Well that went great, then crap went down.
First off, I have a friend over, not going to say his name, and my mom comes in and starts yelling at me about how he was supposed to be home 2 hours ago. I had no idea about this and just take it and he leaves. My mom was at the pool,a dn she went back, but only after saying "Something better be done when I get home."
So I'm ticked now, because let's see.
I fly from Ohio (Live with my Dad) and the first thing I see when I get back: My chocolate lab, Abner, hasn't been brushed. I let it go, then I see, "Hmm, the house looks worse than when I left it. Wonder why."
I've been cleaning it, and it looks better, so I am of course angry. I call my Dad, who's awesome, and he calms me down. I take out the trash, clean the kitchen a bit and thoroughly the living room, but also the Car Port, which is basically a roof you park cars under.
Ours was so cluttered nobody could park. I spend over an hour and a half organizing it.
Overall: 2 1/2 hours of work, maybe 3.
So I get on my cpu and relax.
Mom comes in, walks up to my room, and says (I remember this all very clearly despite my lack of capability to think at all)
"How's it going?" (Good sign, or so I thought)
"Good"
"Give me the phone, computer, DS." Or not.
So I'm now on edge, but I control myself.
"Why?" was all I could manage.
And her quote: "You need to be productive.
So, for about a half second, what rushes through my mind is her utter laziness around the house and ignorance, it was so blatantly obvious what I had done, along with about 7 years of pent up BS I had taken from her.
Then I exploded.
"***k you! Get the ***k out of my room!"
"Alright. Alright>" As if she had authority. She walks out and I slam the door, actually putting a crack in the doorway-frame thing(didn't notice this for awhile). I then immediately whip around and punch straight through the wall into my closet, all whilst yelling "God ***mit" and the like.
I punch the bed a few times in an attempt to not break anything else, then come out of my room and point my finger at her. 
"I am done putting up with your crap!"
"MY Crap?" So, now I'm even more furious, and I put my hands on her shoulders. Then backed off. She yelled downstairs "Call the Police." To her credit, I'm 6' 1" and 175 pounds of pure muscle. So I walk back into my room, claping sarcastically.
"Great job mom, you called the cops."
Knowing she's going to go through my stuff, I change the passwords for everything, then wait at the road. 
Cop shows up and I move to get in the back, assumingI'm being arrested.
Hand at his hip. "Back off." I do. He calls in another cop in case I get mean, and they basically try to get me to fight the whole time.
All in all. I lost what little respect I had for my mother and I'm a felon in TN for 2 1/2 years.

GOOD-
Playing football as a sophomore, second year of playing a sport, benching 135 and squatting 225, and I have a flat 4.0, as compared to my 2.3 last year (2.8 after exams).

It seems like your mother is one of those bad parents....well sorry to hear about that. At least you still have your father who treats you very well. That's something I cant stand when someone yells at you and you are not in the wrong. It either you yell back making more tension or just keep quiet about it. I hope things will get better for you soon. :/