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🎭 Holden’s Last Night at Pencey Prep 🎭

🎤 rant time. You ever just sit in a room with someone you can’t 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. He’s got this way of acting like he’s the king of the world, even though he doesn’t 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.

💭 ugh. Jane. God, she kills me. You ever know someone so well that you can’t stand the thought of them with someone like Stradlater? Yeah, that’s me and Jane. We used to play checkers, and she’d keep her kings in the back row, wouldn’t move em for anything. If that doesn’t tell you what kind of person she is, I don’t know what does. And now, she’s out with Stradlater, and I’m stuck here with Ackley. It’s goddamn depressing.

🚨 The Big Decision 🚨 I don’t know when I decided, but at some point, I was just like, screw it, I’m leaving. Pencey can shove their stupid “molding boys into men” crap. I packed up my stuff, took what little dough I had left, and got the hell out.

I didn’t even say goodbye to anyone. Not that they’d 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.

🚂 Train to Nowhere 🚂 It was freezing out, and I probably should’ve waited ‘til morning, but I couldn’t 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 wasn’t.)

🌆 What’s Next? 🌆 No goddamn clue. Maybe I’ll go to a bar. Maybe I’ll find some lousy hotel to crash in. All I know is, I couldn’t stay at Pencey another second without losing my mind. New York’s big enough to get lost in, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

🎭 Themes That Drive Me Crazy 🎭 🔍 Authenticity vs. Phoniness: If I hear one more person at Pencey say some phony crap about “tradition” or “school spirit,” I swear to God, I’ll lose it. Everyone here’s so fake, and the second you don’t fit in their little mold, they shove you out.

🌀 Belonging and Identity: Do I even belong anywhere? Pencey sure as hell wasn’t it. Maybe New York will be better. Maybe not. But at least I won’t be trapped with these idiots anymore.

🔗 Links You Won’t Click Anyway: 📌 A List of Phonies to Avoid 📌 Why you should Drop Out too 📌 Jane Gallagher Deserved Better 📌 Stradlater Sucks: A Deep Dive 📌 Trains Are Depressing, Here’s Why

[holdencaulfieldpp]

🎭 Holden’s Last Night at Pencey Prep 🎭

🎤 rant time. You ever just sit in a room with someone you can’t 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. He’s got this way of acting like he’s the king of the world, even though he doesn’t 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.

💭 ugh. Jane. God, she kills me. You ever know someone so well that you can’t stand the thought of them with someone like Stradlater? Yeah, that’s me and Jane. We used to play checkers, and she’d keep her kings in the back row, wouldn’t move em for anything. If that doesn’t tell you what kind of person she is, I don’t know what does. And now, she’s out with Stradlater, and I’m stuck here with Ackley. It’s goddamn depressing.

🚨 The Big Decision 🚨 I don’t know when I decided, but at some point, I was just like, screw it, I’m leaving. Pencey can shove their stupid “molding boys into men” crap. I packed up my stuff, took what little dough I had left, and got the hell out.

I didn’t even say goodbye to anyone. Not that they’d 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.

🚂 Train to Nowhere 🚂 It was freezing out, and I probably should’ve waited ‘til morning, but I couldn’t 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 wasn’t.)

🌆 What’s Next? 🌆 No goddamn clue. Maybe I’ll go to a bar. Maybe I’ll find some lousy hotel to crash in. All I know is, I couldn’t stay at Pencey another second without losing my mind. New York’s big enough to get lost in, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.

🎭 Themes That Drive Me Crazy 🎭 🔍 Authenticity vs. Phoniness: If I hear one more person at Pencey say some phony crap about “tradition” or “school spirit,” I swear to God, I’ll lose it. Everyone here’s so fake, and the second you don’t fit in their little mold, they shove you out.

🌀 Belonging and Identity: Do I even belong anywhere? Pencey sure as hell wasn’t it. Maybe New York will be better. Maybe not. But at least I won’t be trapped with these idiots anymore.

🔗 Links You Won’t Click Anyway: 📌 A List of Phonies to Avoid 📌 Why you should Drop Out too 📌 Jane Gallagher Deserved Better 📌 Stradlater Sucks: A Deep Dive 📌 Trains Are Depressing, Here’s Why