Dear Mom and Dad,

            By the time that you get this letter you will have already been informed that I have been kicked out of Pencey.  In this letter I will explain the reason why I hated this school and had no motivation to do anything besides English.  This school is not at all what you would think.  The people here are terrible.  They are all goddamn phonies.  Every last one of them you are unable to trust.  Take my roommate for instance.  His name is Stradlater.  He is one of those guys that thinks he is all that but really has problems.  He is a phony if I ever saw one.  One other thing I hate about his is he is a total slob.  Oh he isn’t a slob in your everyday manner it’s just back in the room you see his razor is completely rusted out and needs to be cleaned something terrible.  He is a good-looking guy I guess but his habits disgust me.  He is also a huge moron and tries thinking he is the best guy on the whole campus.  Boy is old Stradlater ever a moron.

There is this other guy that lives right across from me named Robert Ackley.  Old Ackley is a lot better than Stradlater but he’s also a huge slob.  He isn’t a closet slob or anything you know right away when you look at the kid he’s a slob.  He is covered in pimples and his face is all greasy. Since old Ackley lived right across the shower from me he felt it ok to barge in on me about eighty-five times a day.  This guy never went anywhere I swear.  He never left the goddamn place it seemed at all.   His teeth bugged me something terrible they never got a brushing.  I can’t think of one single time the kid bothered to brush his damn teeth. 

These two guys are the ones I am around the most.  I go to the movies sometimes with Ackley but it’s mainly because I feel sorry for the guy.  This school is terrible though it’s impossible to do anything.  I hate this goddamn place.  I tried being the manager of the fencing teem even but that didn’t go so well.  I made a mistake on our last trip.  This wasn’t completely my fault but I of course got the blame for it.  I left the equipment on the subway by accident and that was a problem because we had to not fight in a single match.  I hate this place it’s the biggest joke I’ve ever seen.  Mr. Spencer was my history teacher and he was an ok guy I guess but I hated his class still and was unable to pass it. 

 I hope everything is ok at home because I will be returning there shortly.  I hope you understand what happened at school and we will see where I will go next.  Give my regards to Pheobe and also I you talk to D.B tell him hi also. 

            Your son,

                        Holden Caulfield

Ken