Catcher in the Rye

So I’ve just been kicked out of Pencey. Its official. I don’t know what’s going to become of me. I saw this picture of a rye field today. Damn thing depressed the hell out of me. I couldn’t help but think back to that old child’s rhyme. “If a body catch a body, coming through the Rye” or something like that. I feel like I’m coming through the rye, and I cannot see where I’m going. Maybe someone will catch me, but I doubt it.