I ddin't have much to do, so I went down to the can where I knew Stradlater was having a shave. I thought i'd chew the rag for a while. I don't even want to talk about the crumby razor he was using ,Stradlater wasn't half a sneaky slob. Another annoying thing about Stradlater was he was whistling 'Song of India'... ... Stradlater asked me "How 'bout writing a composition for me, for English? I'll be up the creek if I don't get the goddam thing in by Monday, the reason I ask. How 'bout it?" It was very ironical. It really was. "I'm the one flunking out of this goddam place, and you're asking me to write you a goddam composition," I said. "What on?" "Anything. Anything descriptive. A room. Or a house. Or something you once lived in or something - you know. Just as long as it's descriptive as hell... Just don't do it too good, is all," he said. "That sonuvabitch Hartzell thinks you're a hot-shot in English, and he knows you're my roommate. So I mean don't stick all the commas and stuff in the right places. That's something else that gives me a royal pain. I mean if you're good at writing compositions and somebody starts talking about commas. Stradlater was always doing that. He wanted you to think that the only reason he was lousy at writing compositions was because he stuck all the commas in the wrong place. Then Stradlater announced he had a date as usual, I just assumed it was Fitzgerald cos' he's always dating her. Then when he said "no" to it being Fitzgerald. I thought who could it be cos' he never dates anyone but Fitzgerald. Then he said "Jane Gallagher". .... "Listen, where ya going on your date with her?" I asked him. "Ya know yet?" "I don't know. New York, if we have the time. She only signed out for nine-thirty, for Chrissake." I didn't like the way he said it, so I said, "The reason she did that, she probably didn't know what a handsome, charming bastard you are. If she'd known, she probably would've signed out for nine-thirty in the morning." "Goddam right," Stradlater said. I told him I knew Jane and all, I told him about how we used to play checkers all the time. I asked him to ask her about me but I knew he wouldn't but oh well. ... After Stradlater left I sat in my chair for around half an hour, I didn't do anything! Jane having a date with Stradlater made my nervous. I almost went crazy. I knew that Stradlater was a sexy bastard. All of a sudden Ackley barged in again. For once in my stupid life, I was glad to see him. He took my mind of all the other crap. He stayed until around dinnertime to tell me about who he didn't like at Pencey, in the mean time he was squeezing his huge pimple on his chin. He didnt even use a hankerchief. I don' t think the bastard had a hankerchief. I've never seen him use one anyway.