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I didn't do it hard, but she tried to hit my hand anyway,\nbut she missed.\nThen all of a sudden, she said, \"Oh, why did you do it?\" She meant why did I get\nthe ax again. It made me sort of sad, the way she said it.\n\"Oh, God, Phoebe, don't ask me. I'm sick of everybody asking me that,\" I said. \"A\nmillion reasons why. It was one of the worst schools I ever went to. It was full of\nphonies. And mean guys. You never saw so many mean guys in your life. For instance, if\nyou were having a bull session in somebody's room, and somebody wanted to come in,\nnobody'd let them in if they were some dopey, pimply guy. Everybody was always\nlocking their door when somebody wanted to come in. And they had this goddam secret\nfraternity that I was too yellow not to join. There was this one pimply, boring guy, Robert\nAckley, that wanted to get in. He kept trying to join, and they wouldn't let him. Just\nbecause he was boring and pimply. I don't even feel like talking about it. It was a stinking\nschool. Take my word.\"\nOld Phoebe didn't say anything, but she was listen ing. I could tell by the back of\nher neck that she was listening. She always listens when you tell her something. And the\nfunny part is she knows, half the time, what the hell you're talking about. She really does.\nI kept talking about old Pencey. I sort of felt like it.\n\"Even the couple of nice teachers on the faculty, they were phonies, too,\" I said.\n\"There was this one old guy, Mr. Spencer. His wife was always giving you hot chocolate\nand all that stuff, and they were really pretty nice. But you should've seen him when the\nheadmaster, old Thurmer, came in the history class and sat down in the back of the room.\nHe was always coming in and sitting down in the back of the room for about a half an\nhour. He was supposed to be incognito or something. After a while, he'd be sitting back\nthere and then he'd start interrupting what old Spencer was saying to crack a lot of corny\njokes. Old Spencer'd practically kill himself chuckling and smiling and all, like as if\nThurmer was a goddam prince or something.\"\n\"Don't swear so much.\"\n\"It would've made you puke, I swear it would,\" I said. \"Then, on Veterans' Day.\nThey have this day, Veterans' Day, that all the jerks that graduated from Pencey around\n1776 come back and walk all over the place, with their wives and children and\neverybody. You should've seen this one old guy that was about fifty. What he did was, he\ncame in our room and knocked on the door and asked us if we'd mind if he used the\nbathroom. The bathroom was at the end of the corridor--I don't know why the hell he\nasked us. You know what he said? He said he wanted to see if his initials were still in one\nof the can doors. 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