Entry 2

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...