I visited old Spencer today. Boy! Mrs Spencer answered the door, she is a little hard hearing- you have to shout abit. They each have their own room and they are both in their seventies. I like old Spencer, I think about him alot. OK he was always stooped over, he had terrible posture. When he dropped the chalk for the black board, a guy from the front had to pick it up for him. That in my opinion is awful! I can still remember the time when some of the to her guys and me went over to his place for hot chocolate, he showed us this old beat-up Navajo blanket that he brought off a Indian in Yellowstone park. It's weird, you can take Old Spencer, a seventy year old, old has hell and they still get a big bang out of buying a blanket.

The door was open to his room, because I'm polite, I knocked on the door. I saw him sitting there, he was sat on this big leather chair wrapped up in this Navajo blanket. He called me in. I'm sorry I went. As I walked in he was reading the Alantic Monthly, there were pills and the whole goddam room smelt of Vicks Nose drops. It was depressing, sick people aren't really my thing. It was even more depressing, seeing old Spencer in a ratty bathrobe. That's another thing that's not my sort of thing, seeing old guys in their pajamas, with their bumpy chest showing and their white, 'hairless' legs.

Anyway, he told me to take a seat. Boy! His bed was like a rock. And then the lecture about how life is a game and that one should play according to the rules. GAME MY ASS. If you get on the side, where all the big shots are well then it's game. But on the other side, where there ain't any hot shots, then whats the game about? Well, nothing! Theres no game!

Old Spencer then asked me if i have been in touched with my folks about being kicked out of school. I said no and told I'll probably see them on Wednesday. boy! Then he asked how they will take the news. Well where do I start. well I think their being pretty irritated as it is my third school I have been kicked out of. I don't know whether you have noticed but I do have lousy vocabulary, I guess it's because i act young for my age sometimes I act like I'm 13 sometimes. I'm borded of people telling me to act my age, especially my father. I don't give a damn! Sometimes i act alot older than I am- I really do- it's not like anyone notices. People never notice.

Anyway, Spencer started nodding again and he started to pick his nose, he made out that he was pinching it but he was sticking his thumb right in there.

OH BOY! Then this terrific lecture happened. I didn't fell like being lectured to the 'wonderful' smell of Vicks Nose Drops and seeing Old Spencer in his bathrobe. But then it started. I took five subjects, Spencer asked me how many I'm flunking, and I flunked... four of the five, I've passed English. Then he went through this huge explanation about why he flunked me in history. Old Spencer said ' I flunked you in history because you knew absolutely nothing'. which OK, I didn't know anything; but then he kept repeating 'absolutely nothing' about three times- this drives me CRAZY when people say something more then twice, when you have already admitted it the first time.

He then played this dirty trick, he asked my to pass him my exam paper. at this point I wished I hadn't stopped to say good-by. He handled my exam paper like it was turd or something. He started to read out, I had to sit there and listen to this crap. After he finished reading, you could see he felt lousy about flunking me. He asked me what would I of done in his place. So I shot the bull for a while, I told him I was moron and how I would of done the same, and also how others don't appreciate how hard it is being a teacher. You know that sort of stuff. The old bull.

Whilst I was shooting the bull, I was thinking about the lagoon in the Eden of Central Park. I was wondering whether the lagoon would be frozen over when I got home and if it was, where did the ducks go. I wondered if some guy came and took them away to the zoo or they just flew away.