š Holdenās Last Night at Pencey Prep š
š¤ rant time. You ever just sit in a room with someone you canāt stand and wonder how the hell your life got to this point? That was me tonight. Me, goddamn Ackley, and his disgusting teeth.
I swear, Pencey Prep is full of phonies, but Ackley is something else. Heās got this way of acting like heās the king of the world, even though he doesnāt have two cents to rub together. Anyway, I was sitting in his nasty room, listening to him breathe through his damn mouth, thinking about how Stradlater was probably off somewhere slobbering all over Jane. Jane Gallagher.
š ugh. Jane. God, she kills me. You ever know someone so well that you canāt stand the thought of them with someone like Stradlater? Yeah, thatās me and Jane. We used to play checkers, and sheād keep her kings in the back row, wouldnāt move em for anything. If that doesnāt tell you what kind of person she is, I donāt know what does. And now, sheās out with Stradlater, and Iām stuck here with Ackley. Itās goddamn depressing.
šØ The Big Decision šØ I donāt know when I decided, but at some point, I was just like, screw it, Iām leaving. Pencey can shove their stupid āmolding boys into menā crap. I packed up my stuff, took what little dough I had left, and got the hell out.
I didnāt even say goodbye to anyone. Not that theyād care. I just walked right out of that stupid dorm, past all the phonies, past the goddamn lights and the whole miserable place, and headed to the station.
š Train to Nowhere š It was freezing out, and I probably shouldāve waited ātil morning, but I couldnāt stand another second at Pencey. I bought a ticket to New York. The old lady next to me on the train started talking to me about her kid, some moron I knew from school, and I fed her a whole bunch of crap about what a great guy he was. (Spoiler: He wasnāt.)
š Whatās Next? š No goddamn clue. Maybe Iāll go to a bar. Maybe Iāll find some lousy hotel to crash in. All I know is, I couldnāt stay at Pencey another second without losing my mind. New Yorkās big enough to get lost in, and thatās exactly what I plan on doing.
š Themes That Drive Me Crazy š š Authenticity vs. Phoniness: If I hear one more person at Pencey say some phony crap about ātraditionā or āschool spirit,ā I swear to God, Iāll lose it. Everyone hereās so fake, and the second you donāt fit in their little mold, they shove you out.
š Belonging and Identity: Do I even belong anywhere? Pencey sure as hell wasnāt it. Maybe New York will be better. Maybe not. But at least I wonāt be trapped with these idiots anymore.
š Links You Wonāt Click Anyway: š A List of Phonies to Avoid š Why you should Drop Out too š Jane Gallagher Deserved Better š Stradlater Sucks: A Deep Dive š Trains Are Depressing, Hereās Why











