That's All.

That's my stories. I'm going to a new school after I get out of this asylum. The psychoanalyst here keeps asking me how I'm going to apply myself when I go back to school.

I regret telling my story to you.

Don't tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.

Trip To Mr. Antolini's

I called up my old teacher Mr. Antolini. He was one of the best teachers I ever had. He was a young fellow too. I told him that I have been kicked out of Pencey Prep. He was in shock. He told me he was getting worried about me. He gave me good advice to apply myself in school so I could learn and see that everyone, men and women have similar troubles such as him and this will help him by understanding his own mind. I started to really get into the advice he was giving me but I started to get tired. So Mr. Antolini offered me to stay and sleep on the couch. As I was sleeping, I felt Mr. Antolini petting my head. I felt creeped out and very uncomfortable so I left the house immediately. But I still appreciated the advice he gave me.

Home

I have decided that I am going to go to my parents's house. I've missed Phoebe so I wanted to see her. I woke her up and told her I've been kicked at of Pencey. She kept repeating that my father will kill me. I didn't care. I tried to explain to her why I chose to fail all my classes. She thinks I hate everyone and everything. I opened up to Phoebe, telling her that I imagine being "the catcher in the rye." I asked if she knew a poem that went "If a body comin' through the rye" and she corrected me because it was "If a body meet a body coming through the rye."I imagine myself in a big field of rye, watching the kids play. If the kids come too close to the edge, I want to be the one to catch them and to save them.

Off To Broadway

I went on a search in Broadway. I wanted to find a record store to find this really hard record that I wanted to get for my little sister, Phoebe. It was a record called "Little Shirley Beans." It was about a little kid that wouldn't go out of the house because two of her front teeth were out and she was ashamed to. I heard it at Pencey. I wanted to get it for Phoebe because I know it would make her laugh! It was a very old record. A colored girl singer, Estelle Fletcher sings it.

As I was walking through the park, there was this family that just came out of church that was walking in front of me. The parents were walking along, paying no attention to their son. The son was swell. He kept on humming and singing that song, "If a body catch a body coming through the rye." The little boy had a pretty little voice too. It made me feel not so depressed any more. It made me realize that kids are so innocent and cheered me up.

Innarested In A Little Tail T'night?

I was in the hotel lobby. It was empty. I smelled like fifty million dead cigars. I felt really lousy. Depressed. Almost to the point that I wished that I was dead. So, the elevator man saw me down and sad. He said to me "Innarested in a little tail t'night?" The elevator man asked if I wanted a prostitute for the night. So I gave in and told him my room number. I was pretty nervous.

There she was at the door. She was a young blonde. Probably around my age. She had a tiny voice that you could hardly hear. As she started to take her dress off, I felt nothing. I actually felt depressed for some reason because she just wanted to get this thing over with. I didn't want to do anything with her. All I wanted to do was have a nice real conversation with someone and she didn't want to. She just wanted to do what she was suppose to do and leave. When I told her I didn't want to do anything, she didn't believe me. So, I told her that I just had surgery on my spinal canal.

I told her I wasn't in the mood so I ordered her to leave. I still offered to pay her 5 bucks but the price was 10. I told her the elevator man said 5. so she left, calling me a crumb-bum.

The Two Nuns

I'm sitting here in a diner for breakfast. These two nuns with suitcases sit besides me on the counter. I helped them with their suitcases. One of the nuns was holding a basket for donations so I gave her $10. They thanked me in embarrassment for the generous action.  I found out that the two nuns are school teachers from Chicago, moving here in Manhattan. one of the nuns was an English teacher so i told her that  English is my favorite subject. We both talked about many different novels such as Romeo and Juliet. As they were about to leave, I offered to pay for their tab but the nun ordered me to give it to her and said i've been too generous. As they got up to leave, I did something stupid and embarrassing. I was smoking a cigarette and as I said goodbye, I blew smoke in their face. I apologized so many times and they were very polite and nice about it, but it was still embarrassing.

I kept pondering about the two nuns holding that donations basket. I wish I gave more money to them. But I had a date so I needed to keep some money. I've come to a conclusion that money always ends up making you blue as hell.

Old Phoebe

Old Phoebe is my 10 year old sister. She is the most realist and noblest person I know. She's only ten. She's   very smart and pretty. She has never gotten a B, she had all A's ever since she started school. Phoebe has red hair just like her brother, Allie. I'm very fond of my sister because she would always tag along with Allie & I and she would always be interested in our conversions. I also love her humor and cleverness.She writes too many fictional stories about a character named Hazle Weatherfield. She may be a bit too emotional but the thing I love about her the most is her innocence and how real her personality. She's not pretending to be someone else, she's acting like her one true self.

New York

I took a train to New York. I'm staying here at the Edmont Hotel. As I'm in my hotel room, I noticed this weird and peculiar room across the courtyard where people are doing crazy and sexual things and I think I like it but I'm trying to fight the feeling! New York, you are one crazy city!

Last Day

I'm tired of these phonies and fake people here at Pencey! I'm so over it! I need to get out of here! I packed all of my stuff and I'm ready to go! I'm leaving this hell hole & I have decided to go to New York! I know that my last day is on Wednesday but I just can't take it here! I'm outta here!

Allie Caulfield

I miss Allie Caulfield so much :(

Allie Caulfield is my little brother. He was very smart, innocent, very friendly, and he is also a red-head. I miss him dearly. He would always write on his left-handed baseball glove. Allie wrote poems on his glove everywhere in green ink. He would write poems so he could have something to read on the field. He was probably the smartest Caulfield in the family. His teachers would always write my mom letters telling her what a pleasure it was to have Allie in class. He never got mad at anyone and red-heads are suppose to get mad easily!

He died of leukemia three years ago. He was 14 when he died. I slept in the garage and broke all the windows the night he died. It still gets to me that he's gone now. 

My New Hunting Hat

This is my new hunting hat. This is my favorite hat of all time! I bought it in New York for just a buck! Not only does it give me warmth and makes me comfy, but it serves as a protection for me because I'm very self-concious about my grey hairs and it kind of hides my personality. I only wear this hat in my room, never in public. 

Right Now....

Everyone at Pencey Prep is at the football game right now, while I'm here in my dorm, reading a book,  just the way I like it. I like being alone.

But, I found out that Ackley, my next door neighbor in my dorm, isn't at the game either. He barges into my quietness and starts to bug me! He's so annoying. He just barged into my room like he had the right to! He started to pick up my personal things! Can't he see that I'm reading a book here?! So, I put my book down because you can't read anything while talkative Ackley here -____-

So Ackley and I are the only ones that are not at the football game....

Phonies, Phonies, PHONIES!

PEOPLE ARE SOOOOOO FAKE! THEY ARE PHONIES!

Phonies everywhere!! Especially ADULTS!




I absolutely HATE, HATE, HATE adults that act so fake. Is it that hard to be real once in awhile?!

Just Me

My first blog post. Wow, this is new. So I'll just tell you a little bit about myself. I'm Holden Caulfield. I go to the famous Pencey Prep in Agerstown, Pennsylvannia. You've probably heard of it and seen a lot of ads about it. Pencey Prep is known for playing polo all the time & their motto is "Since 1888 we have been molding boys into splendid, clear thinking young men" but it was nothing like that. The boys here are nothing like that at all. Maybe like two boys, but they probably came to Pencey that way.

These next few days are my last days here at Pencey Prep. I got kicked out. I haven't been doing my work lately. Actually I haven't really done any work. Yea, yea, I'm a huge slacker.... and that's why I'm getting kicked out of Pencey. I HATE school work sooooo much, but there's only one subject that I like. English. English is the only subject that I'm passing right now. Sad, right?

Well, I'll update you guys soon, I'm meeting up with my History teacher right now, Mr. Spencer. I know he's going to try to make me focused about school. That's so not going to happen.....