That's Pencey Prep, added onto the list. Any way, all of them are phoneys! Since 1888, we have been molding boys into splendid, clear-thinking young men- what a load of... horse manure. It makes me laugh how the adverts (you must have seen them), a guy there on a horse playing polo, i never even seen on goddam horse ANYWERE near Pencey prep! AND as for the moulding, they don't do any damn more moulding than any other God forsaken school. PHONEYS THE LOT OF THEM! Just like D.B. D.B is my older brother were not so close but I get the impression that he cares. He wrote this book Called The Secret Goldfish. Now he's prostituting himself with all the phoneys, in Hollywood, making crappy phoney movies! LETS NOT EVEN TAlK ABOUT MOVIES.

I went to say good-by to old Spencer, my history teacher. He knew I wasn't coming back to Pencey Prep. I have to feel some kind of good-by. OK I have left many schools and places when I didn't even know I was leaving them and I hate that! I don't care if it is a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving . If I don't; I feel even worse.