So, here I am again, sitting in detention. Big shocker, right? Not really. It seems like I practically live in this room now. Mrs.Krabappel is giving me that look - you know the one where she's just waiting for me to do something stupid so she can yell at me.

I don't get it though. Why does everyone always assume the worst of me? Just because I like to have a little fun and pull some pranks doesn't mean I'm a bad kid. Sure, maybe my grades aren't the best and maybe I spend more time causing trouble than studying, but that doesn't make me a lost cause.

Sometimes I feel like nobody really understands me. Not even my own family sometimes. Lisa is too busy with her books and Maggie is still just a baby. And don't even get me started on Homer and Marge... They try their best, but they just don't get what it's like to be in my shoes.

Detention sucks though. Sitting here staring at these boring walls while Mrs.Krabappel drones on about math or history or whatever... It's torture! But hey, at least it gives me some quiet time to think about all the ways I can shake things up next.

I guess being misunderstood comes with the territory when you're Bart Simpson. People see what they want to see - a troublemaker, a delinquent, an underachiever... But deep down inside there's so much more to me than that.

Well anyway, looks like detention is almost over now so better wrap this up before Mrs.Krabappel catches onto what I'm doing. Until next time, Bart Simpson