I've just got back from visiting old Spencer. I had to spin him a lie- I'm the most terrific liar that you have ever seen. I told old Spencer that I had to go to the gym to get my equipment and stuff- Sheer lie. Honest, if I'm on my way to the store to get a magazine and somebody asks me where I am going, I am liable to say I'm off to the Opera.

I live in Ossenburger Memorial wing, in Pencey. They are mew dorms and only for juniors and seniors. Me, I'm a junior and my roommate, Stradlater is a senior. How crap is this, the wing I live in is named after this guy who uses to go to Pencey. He made a pot of dough in the undertaking business after he left this God forsaken school. Ossenburger's version of an undertaking business is probably shoving them in a sack and dumping them in the river. Anyway they've named the wing after him because gave a pile of dough to the school.

Anyway, it's nice to back to my room, after I left old Spencer because everybody is at the game. AND THERES HEAT IN THIS ROOM FOR A CHANGE, it feels cosy. I took my coat off then I put my thinking cap on. I put on my red hunting hat that brought in New York. I'm sat here with my book open- thanks to Ackley I had to stop reading. Out of Africa, it's a good book, but it wasn't my choice. The library gave me the wrong book. I did think it would stink but it doesn't. I read a lot. My favourite author is my big brother: D.B and then my next favourite is Ring Lardner. My brother gave me book by Ring larder for my birthday, before I went to Pencey. I read a lot of classical book, like The return of The Native I also read a lot of war books and mysteries.

Anyway, when I got in I put my hat on and then started to read my book. I have already read it but I wanted to read certain parts again. I had only read about three pages and that’s when I heard some one coming through the shower curtain. Even without looking I knew right away it was Robert Ackley, he has the room next door. Ackley must have been the only guy that down at the game apart from me- he never went anywhere. He a weird guy. He is also a senior. I could feel him standing on the shower ledge, right behind my chair, looking if Stradlater was around. He hated Stradlater he never comes in if he's here. He hated everybody's guts, damn near.

He came in, walked around the room, very slowly picking up personal stuff and looked at it. Boy, HE GETS ON YOUR NEVRES sometimes. He pick up this picture of a girl I use to hang around with in New York, Sally Hayes- he must of looked at this pictures about a thousand times and he always put back in the wrong place too- ON PURPOSE. Then he asked to borrow my scissors... and then he started to cut his crumby nails they were flying all around the room.

Old Stradlater then barged in; in a big hurry- he's always rushing. He came over and gave me these two playful as hell on both cheeks- which is very annoying