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You couldn't see the grandstand too hot, but you\ncould hear them all yelling, deep and terrific on the Pencey side, because practically the\nwhole school except me was there, and scrawny and faggy on the Saxon Hall side,\nbecause the visiting team hardly ever brought many people with them.\nThere were never many girls at all at the football games. Only seniors were\nallowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school, no matter how you looked at it.\nI like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even\nif they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or\nsomething. Old Selma Thurmer--she was the headmaster's daughter--showed up at the\ngames quite often, but she wasn't exactly the type that drove you mad with desire. She\nwas a pretty nice girl, though. I sat next to her once in the bus from Agerstown and we\nsort of struck up a conversation. I liked her. She had a big nose and her nails were all\nbitten down and bleedy-looking and she had on those damn falsies that point all over the\nplace, but you felt sort of sorry for her. What I liked about her, she didn't give you a lot of\nhorse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony\nslob he was.\nThe reason I was standing way up on Thomsen Hill, instead of down at the game,\nwas because I'd just got back from New York with the fencing team. I was the goddam\nmanager of the fencing team. Very big deal. We'd gone in to New York that morning for\nthis fencing meet with McBurney School. Only, we didn't have the meet. I left all the\nfoils and equipment and stuff on the goddam subway. It wasn't all my fault. I had to keep\ngetting up to look at this map, so we'd know where to get off. So we got back to Pencey\naround two-thirty instead of around dinnertime. The whole team ostracized me the whole\nway back on the train. It was pretty funny, in a way.\nThe other reason I wasn't down at the game was because I was on my way to say\ngood-by to old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe, and I figured I probably\nwouldn't see him again till Christmas vacation started. He wrote me this note saying he\nwanted to see me before I went home. He knew I wasn't coming back to Pencey.\nI forgot to tell you about that. They kicked me out. I wasn't supposed to come\nback after Christmas vacation on account of I was flunking four subjects and not applying\nmyself and all. They gave me frequent warning to start applying myself--especially\naround midterms, when my parents came up for a conference with old Thurmer--but I\ndidn't do it. So I got the ax. They give guys the ax quite frequently at Pencey. It has a\nvery good academic rating, Pencey. It really does.\nAnyway, it was December and all, and it was cold as a witch's teat, especially on\ntop of that stupid hill. I only had on my reversible and no gloves or anything. The week\nbefore that, somebody'd stolen my camel's-hair coat right out of my room, with my fur-\nlined gloves right in the pocket and all. Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came\nfrom these very wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a\nschool is, the more crooks it has--I'm not kidding. Anyway, I kept standing next to that\ncrazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn't watching\nthe game too much. 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