2: Empy pockets (in case i'm hiding anything) 

                                                 3: Go to room

                                                 4: Prepare for an afternoon of bordem

When I get upstairs, I sit on my bed for a few minutes then get borded of that and do the only thing I can do. Practice guitar. I know it sounds cliché but when I play, I can actually feel the music. I know what it sounds like but it's true. "Jonathan! STOP! I'm trying to focus!" whelp, that's my mom. Figures. She hates noise. Actually, I'm surprised she lets me play at all. But now I have nothing to do. Great. 

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  I wake up the at 3am and it takes me a a second to adjust to my lamp light. I look at my alarm and see the time. Yikes. But I'm not surprized ever since I got grounded my sleep schedulal has been out of wack. I dedicide to make a dent in the endless mountain of homework. And I actually mange to finish Mr.browne's essay. Good. My mom will kill me if I turn in another late assingment.  School is not really my thing. Because lets be honest, It's less about caring about school and more about what your parents will do to you if you have bad grades. Me? I'm not very worried. My mom has proably had to sign a hundred notes from various teachers telling her that her son is "not meeting the expectations" or whatever other ways teachers like to tell mothers they think their son is a faliure (which I'm not no matter what Mrs. Smith's last test says) One of my teachers likes to grade papers in purple ink instead of red. To make it more "encoraging" or some crap like that. In my opinon an F is an F no matter what color it is.