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Another day has gone by. I am looking forward to school tommorow, its the only chance I'll get to see my friends. I got my grades today, and I was entirely pleased. As it stands, I have one C that will become a B soon, two B's, and three A's. This wasn't too bad for a low effort nine weeks. I'm going to step it up the next nine, and see what I can do.I'm worried about my Dad. He needs shoulder surgery, and he just started smoking again. My Mom is worried he is going to get addicted to pain killers, I am too. I think he starting smoking again from the stress of my getting into trouble. I just want to go up to him, and tell him to either stop, or punch me in the face where I stand. Thats what this is, a punch in the face. Not just for me, but for my Mom too. My Dad and i aren't very close. Sometimes, when I try to bond with him, and I joke around, it feels like he pushes me away more. I don't know what kind of son he wants, I don't know if I could be that son. I haven't seen myself like that before, as a son. A son to my father, i don't know if I've felt that before. I don't know. I feel like I've been left as a son to my own devices, it doesn't feel right.