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So I was at old spencers door in no time at all, I thought I was gonna freeze to death. I knocked on that door as fast as I could. When Mrs Spencer finaly answered she let me in and showed me to Mr spencers room. When I walked in I felt so goddam depressed. I could see old spencer sitting in his chair with his bumpy chest showing though his pijamas and his goddam precious navajo blanket. I hate it when you can see things like that, it kills me. Well anyway, I sat down on old spencers bed and we sat chewing the fat for a little bit. Then we got to the goddam bussiness of me flunking out of pencey. I knew it was coming but I couldn't goddam stop him. You can never stop a goddam teacher doing what they want. He started to read aloud my essay that I had wrote him about egyptians. He erxplained that he couldn't help flunking me. He was sorry about it, he really was. I felt real bad for making him flunk me. This made me even more depressed. To top it all off, old spencer kept throwing the stuff he'd finished with on the goddam bed. He missed naturally so I got up and retreived it off the floor. We spent ages chewing the fat until old spencer started to talk about my future. that stuff killed me. Its a long way away and for now i'd like to stay as I am. After a while I made up some lame excuse about going to pack, so I picked up my hunting hat and made my way to the door. 'Good Luck' old spencer shouted. Good luck... Good luck.. I hate that phrase, it's one of the phoniest phrases i've ever heard. Why do they all have to wish you good luck for chrissike...

Entry 1

Hi, My name is Holden Caulfield, and I wouldn't like to go into too much detail. If I go into too much detail I get bored, I get bored very easy. I dont really talk much about my mother and father because their very goddam touchy, but my sister and my brothers, thats a different thing, i could talk about phoebe, D.B and Allie all day long if I had the chance. My brother Allie died of leukemia a few years back, but I still like to talk to him every now and then. My sister Phoebe she is goddam funny and brainy, just thinking about her kills me! I meen, Allie was clever, but Phoebe is in a league of her own. Dont even ask me to talk about D.B, Oh go on then, D.B is an excellant writer, he used to write these goddam short stories for my parents and I, they killed me, he wrote this 1 book once called 'The Secret Goldfish'. But now he's in goddam hollywood writing for a bunch of phoneys who make films, I hate goddam films. But not as much as the goddam phoneys who make them.










Anyway, i'm sitting here in my institute writing this whilst i'm suffering from TB. So I thought while I have nothing to do I may aswell write a bit about my past. I'l start from around christmas time just before I got kicked out of goddam Pencey Prep. Pencey was a school which swore that 'Since 1888 we have been moulding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men.' That Kills me.

Well anyway, I'd been flunking out of my lessons for months, i'l be honest, I had been given warnings, but I was still flunking everything apart from english. So they was kicking me out, so I was stood at the top of that goddam hill freezing half to death when I just had to go and see old spencer. Old spencer was one of my teachers at goddam pencey prep.