Chapter 2

I had to go and saygood bye to old Spencer, my history teacher. He had the grippe. The minute i walked in i was sort of sorry i'd come. There was pills all over the place and everything smelt like vicks nose drops. It was pretty depressing.

I could feel a terrific lecture coming on. I didn't mind so much, but i didn't feel like being lectured to whilst looking at old Spencer in his pajamas and bathrobe. He started going on about my exam paper and giving me all these goddam reasons why he flunked me. Boy, tou can imagine how sorry i was getting that i'd stopped to say good bye to him. I suppose he was just trying to help but it was just that we were too much on opposite sides of the pole, thats all.

I got up to leave, boy i couldn't of sat on that bed another minute. It was as hard as hell! I told old Spencer that i had to get some equipment from the gym to take home. After i shut the door he yelled something to me, i thought it was good luck. I hope to hell not. I hate people who yell good luck at you.