It's awful. Sometimes i just can't help myself. The slightest thing somebody asks me and i'll lie about it. It's terrible. Like when old Spencer asked me to stay for a while, and i said i left my equipment and stuff in the gym, it was all just a lie.
I lived in the Ossenburger memorial wing of the new dorms, it was only for juniors and seniors, i was just a junior.It was named after this Ossenburger guy that went to pencey prep, he made loads of money from undertaking or something. But thats off the point, the point is, he came in to do some speech that lasted ten goddam hours! The only reason the new wing was named after him is cos he gave the school a pile of dough! During his long and very very boring story about how he likes to pray to god all the time, what a phoney! He says he even prays in his goddam car...his car!!! haha, i can just imagine that big phoney bastard shifting into first gear and asking jesus to send him a few more stiffs. The only good part of his speech was when this guy sitting infront of us, Edgar Marsella, farted right as Ossenburger was describing how swell a guy he was, it was a very crude thing to do in the chapel, but it was quite amusing. We were then lectured by old thurmer about how disgusting and indecent the person was, so we tried to get old Marsella to rip off another one. Anyway, thats where i lived at Pencey. Old Ossenburger Memorial Wing, in the new dorms.
I was glad to get back to my room after speaking to Spencer, it was all cosy and warm, so took off my coat and tie, then unbuttoned my shirt collar, then i put this hat on, i bought it in New York earlier. It was a red hunting hat, with one of those very, very long peaks. I noticed it just after i lost all of the fencing equipment. It was only a buck.
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