I finally got Pheobe to listen to me once I returned to her room. I told her about why I hated school and why I failed most of my classes. I said about how I had passed english but she just accused me of hating everything.She challenged me to think of one thing I liked. All of a sudden I I got preoccupied, thinking about the nuns I had met at breakfast and about this boy, James Castle, who jumped out of a window at Elkton. He fell to his death after being tormented by six others, all that happened to them was that they got expelled. I told her that I liked Allie, she got angry with me and told me how he was dead but I pointed out that just because Allie is dead doesn't mean I can't still like him. She asked what I wanted to do with my life, and my only answer is to mention that lyric the little boy was singing, “If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye.” I imagine a gigantic field of rye on a cliff full of children playing. I want to stand at the edge of the cliff and catch the children when they come too close to falling off—to be “the catcher in the rye.” Phoebe pointed out that I misheard the words—the actual lyric, from the Robert Burns poem, “Coming Thro’ the Rye,” is “If a body meet a body coming through the rye.”I told her I knew I was wrong and about what I was thinking about the children on the cliff, she stayed quiet for a while. All of a sudden I wanted to talk to this guy, he was my old English teacher at Elkton Hills, Mr Antolini. I told Pheobe I had to make a phone call and not to go to sleep. As I was walking out of her room she told me about how some girl was giving her belching lessons. I heard something but it wasn't much, I said good and walked out to call Mr Antolini.