Disclaimer: Don't own Catcher in the Rye, blahddy blahddy blah.
A/N: I'm baaaaaaack! Found another one of the letters. *=italics
Dear Holden,
I haven't talked to you in a long time, and I'm writing you a letter to see how you're doing. This letter isn't going to be some sort of monotonous lecture that I know you hate, but rather a letter aimed at helping you in any way that I can. As your former teacher, I'm trying to make sure that you don't spend the rest of your days sitting at tables in the backs of bars playing Canasta and wasting your life. I'm trying to help you *make* something out of your life, not throw it away.
I'm not going to try to make you become a scholar in Egyptian history or the next Einstein when it comes to math or science. I'm just urging you to live up to your potential, because I know you didn't do that at Pencey or any of the countless other schools that you've been to. You have to be as conscientious as you can be.
Remember that last time when you came to visit me in my house, and we were talking about life being a game? I think the only game that you were playing when we talked about that was the game in which you continually say, "Yes, sir. Yes, sir." I'm not as ignorant as you might think I am, Holden. I do know things other than history. And I know that you were only playing with me that day, and that you weren't really thinking the same things as you were saying. For all I know, your mind could have been back at your home in New York City while your body sat in my bedroom with me. Listen up, Holden. I'm trying to *help* you. Since I haven't been able to talk to you in person ever since you left Pencey, and I probably won't ever be able to talk to you in person again, it's very important to pay attention to what you are about to read: What you need is for someone to show you the facts of life, to put it very simply. Someone to show you how to believe in yourself and how to succeed. Now, I don't know whether or not I can be that person. In fact, because of my age and the considerable distance between us, I'm quite sure that I cannot be that person. I'm just telling you that you need one.
Also, it doesn't just have to be a person. It can be a book, or an experience, or something that can show you how to come back to reality from whatever place your head has been stuck in as of late. Once you have opened your eyes, you can realize what mess you have put yourself in. Welcome to the world, my boy, for it is the best possible place to be.
Holden, I know that you're afraid of change—but change happens, and you certainly can't stop it. You just have to adapt. Change is important. Someone, or something, can't stay the same way forever.
From,
Mr. Spencer
A/N: Yep, yep, review!
tinkerbelle16: Thank you very much! Your wish is my command.
A/N: I'm baaaaaaack! Found another one of the letters. *=italics
Dear Holden,
I haven't talked to you in a long time, and I'm writing you a letter to see how you're doing. This letter isn't going to be some sort of monotonous lecture that I know you hate, but rather a letter aimed at helping you in any way that I can. As your former teacher, I'm trying to make sure that you don't spend the rest of your days sitting at tables in the backs of bars playing Canasta and wasting your life. I'm trying to help you *make* something out of your life, not throw it away.
I'm not going to try to make you become a scholar in Egyptian history or the next Einstein when it comes to math or science. I'm just urging you to live up to your potential, because I know you didn't do that at Pencey or any of the countless other schools that you've been to. You have to be as conscientious as you can be.
Remember that last time when you came to visit me in my house, and we were talking about life being a game? I think the only game that you were playing when we talked about that was the game in which you continually say, "Yes, sir. Yes, sir." I'm not as ignorant as you might think I am, Holden. I do know things other than history. And I know that you were only playing with me that day, and that you weren't really thinking the same things as you were saying. For all I know, your mind could have been back at your home in New York City while your body sat in my bedroom with me. Listen up, Holden. I'm trying to *help* you. Since I haven't been able to talk to you in person ever since you left Pencey, and I probably won't ever be able to talk to you in person again, it's very important to pay attention to what you are about to read: What you need is for someone to show you the facts of life, to put it very simply. Someone to show you how to believe in yourself and how to succeed. Now, I don't know whether or not I can be that person. In fact, because of my age and the considerable distance between us, I'm quite sure that I cannot be that person. I'm just telling you that you need one.
Also, it doesn't just have to be a person. It can be a book, or an experience, or something that can show you how to come back to reality from whatever place your head has been stuck in as of late. Once you have opened your eyes, you can realize what mess you have put yourself in. Welcome to the world, my boy, for it is the best possible place to be.
Holden, I know that you're afraid of change—but change happens, and you certainly can't stop it. You just have to adapt. Change is important. Someone, or something, can't stay the same way forever.
From,
Mr. Spencer
A/N: Yep, yep, review!
tinkerbelle16: Thank you very much! Your wish is my command.