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1. Mr Spencer was Holden's history teacher.2 Holden went to several schools during his life. *3 Holden loved his teacher.*4 Holden's parents didn't know anything about his problems. 5 Holden was a little childish. 6 Hlden was angry at Mr Spencer because he had flunked him. 7 Mr Spencer invited Holden to his house. *8 Holden came to his friend to say goodbye because he had been expelled from school. 9 Holden always acted his age. 10 Holden was good at Maths.
“The Catcher in the Rye” by the American author J. D. Salinger may be the world’s most famous book about a teenager. The main character’s name is Hold en Caulfield and he is going through the period of teen age rebellion. In the passage you are going to read Holden has just been expelled from a good school for poor academic performance and he has come to Mr Spencer’s home to say goodbye to his old teacher. “Hello, sir,” I said. “I got your note. Thanks a lot.” He’d written me this note asking me to stop by and say goodbye. “You didn’t have to do all that. I wanted to come over to say goodbye anyway.” “Have a seat there, boy,” old Spencer said. “So you’re leaving us, eh?” “Yes, sir. I guess I am.” “Have you told your parents yet?” “No, sir, I haven’t, because I’ll probably see them Wednesday night when I get home.” “And how do you think they’ll take the news?” “Well... they’ll be pretty irritated about it,” I said. “They really will. This is about the fourth school I’ve gone to.” I shook my head. I shake my head quite a lot. “Boy!” I said. I also say “Boy!” quite a lot. Partly be' cause I have a lousy vocabulary and partly because I act quite young for my age sometimes. I was sixteen then, and I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I’m about thirteen. It’s really ironical, because I’m six foot two and a half and I have grey hair. I really do. The one side of my head — the right side — is full of millions of grey hairs. I’ve had them ever since I was a kid. And yet I still act sometimes like I was only about twelve. Everybody says that, especially my father. It’s partly true, too, but it isn’t all true. I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age. Sometimes I act a lot older than I am — I really do — but people never notice it. People never notice anything. “What’s the matter with you, boy?” old Spencer said. “How many subjects did you carry this term?” “Five, sir.” “I flunked you in history because you knew abso' lutely nothing.” “I know that, sir. Boy, I know it. You couldn’t help it.” “I doubt very much if you opened your textbook even once the whole term. Did you? Tell the truth, boy.” “Well, I sort of looked through it a couple of times,” I told him, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He was mad about history.