My
roommate’s name is Stradlater, he’s a pretty arrogant guy. He’s huge and he
must think that he can push me around or something. But man, do I ever hate
that kid so much. He tried forcing me to write his stupid composition for English.
I had to write descriptively about a plain old object. So I wrote about my dead
bother’s baseball mitt. It was really good, I think. But it wasn’t good enough
for Stradlater. It pissed him off that I didn’t write about a bedroom or a
table or something boring. He hated that I never followed the rules. He claimed
that’s why I was getting the boot out of Pencey.
I was
annoyed with Stradlater bashing my composition, so I tore it up and threw it in
the garbage. He can write his own damn essay as far as I’m concerned! I smoked
a cigarette after I did that, just to piss Stradlater off even more. He was on a
date with my good friend Jane, and he was refusing to tell me any of the
details of their night. It was pissing me off. So I attacked Stradlater, but
because he’s much bigger than me, he had me pinned to the ground in no time. I was
insulting him like crazy, and man, does he ever hate it when you call him a
moron. It was really eating at him, me calling him a moron over and over again.
He must have been starting to believe me. Well he didn’t take me calling him
that much longer before he took a really good swing at my face. I was bleeding
like a mad man. I hate that kid so much. I’ve only been in one other fight in
my life, and that one didn’t end very well either.
