Goodbye and Good Luck

So I figured it was time to leave Pencey, but before I left, I'd been told to go and visit Old Spencer, my history teacher. I arrived at his place and was told to go straight through. Get this, they didn't even have a maid. Him and his wife each had their own bedroom, poor Mr. Spencer had the grippe.

Inside his room, there were pills and all sorts scattered everywhere. The whole place stunk of Vicks Nose Drops, that was pretty damn depressing. What made it worse was Old Spencer was wearing this really grotty bath robe, that looked like he had been born in it or something. Its awful seeing old guys in their PJ's or bath robes, all their boney chests and legs are showing.

The strange thing about Old Spencer was, he always seemed to shout outside of class. Pretty damn irritating really. And he started getting all serious with me, asking me all these damn questions about why I was leaving Pencey. I mean he already knew why I was leaving. So I told him about my meeting with Dr. Thurman, the principle of Pencey and how he said 'Life is a game' and all. Old Spencer completely agreed and kept telling me to live by the rules of the game.

Game! Game my ass. Life's only a game when your on the right team. The team with all the hot-shots. I guess that's what I was missing at Pencey. I wasn't on the right team. So anyway, I was starting to feel lamer than lame, with Old Spencer still going on at me for bailing out and for flunking history. I knew he'd bring that up. See, in my history exam, I only wrote a paragraph then gave up. All of my knowledge of history in one paragraph. I knew Old Spencer would feel bad about failing me, so I wrote him a little note at the bottom of the page to apologise.

Old Spencer was making me feel worse and worse about myself 'cos I could see he was genuinely concerned. So I made a quick excuse to leave. We said our goodbyes and I told him I hoped he felt better soon. As I was leaving, Mr Spencer wished me luck for the future. I hate that phrase, 'Good Luck'. Its such a phoney. Nobody ever really means it.