Dear Journal,I had a pretty bad day today, at the room I talked to Ackley for a while and then I tried to fall asleep in the bed belonging to Ackley’s roommate, who is away for the weekend. But I couldn't stop imagining Jane fooling around with Stradlater, and knowing that I had trouble falling asleep. So I woke up Ackley to talk with him some more, asking him whether I could run off and join a monastery without being Catholic. But I guess Ackley got annoyed by my conversation, and I got annoyed by Ackley’s “phoniness,” so I left. Outside in the hallway, I decided that I will leave for New York that night instead of waiting until Wednesday. After passing a few days there in secret, I will wait until my parents have not notice the news of my expulsion before I return back home. I started packing some of my bags, my hunting hat, and then I begun to cry out of nowhere. As I headed into the hallway, I yelled “Sleep tight, ya morons!” to the boys on his floor before stepping outside to leave Pencey forever.
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