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lled　a　big

looseleaf　binder　out　of　a　drawer　in　her　desk　and　began　flipping

through　pages　and　pages　of　flyers　printed　on　colored　paper。　“Here’s

something　that　starts　this　week。　‘Feng　Shui　Flowers；　the　Art　of　Floral

Design。’　”

She　looked　up　at　Serena；　who　was　frowning　doubtfully。　“No；　you’re

right。　That’s　not　going　to　get　you　into　Harvard；　is　it？”　Ms。　Glos　said

with　a　little　laugh。

She　pushed　up　the　sleeves　of　her　blouse　and　frowned　at　the　binder

as　she　flipped　briskly　through　the　pages。　She　wasn’t　about　to　give

up　after　only　one　try。　She　was　very　good　at　her　job。

Serena　gnawed　on　her　thumbnail。　She　hadn’t　thought　about　this。

That　colleges　would　actually　need　her　to　be　anything　more　than　she

already　was。　And　she　definitely　wanted　to　go　to　college。　A　good

one。　Her　parents　certainly　expected　her　to　go　to　one　of　the　best

schools。　Not　that　they　put　any　pressure　on　her—but　it　went　without

saying。　And　the　more　Serena　thought　about　it；　the　more　she

realized　she　really　didn’t　have　anything　going　for　her。　She’d　been

kicked　out　of　boarding　school；　her　grades　had　fallen；　she　had　no

idea　what　was　going　on　in　any　of　her　classes；　and　she　had　no

hobbies　or　cool　after…school　activities。　Her　SAT　scores　sucked

because　her　mind　always　wandered　during　those　stupid　fill…in…thebubble

tests。　And　when　she　took　them　again；　they　would　probably

suck　even　worse。　Basically；　she　was　screwed。

“What　about　drama？　Your　English　grades　are　quite　good；　you　must

like　drama；”　Ms。　Glos　suggested。　“They’ve　only　been　rehearsing　this

one　for　a　little　over　a　week。　It’s　the　Interschool　Drama　Club　doing　a

modern　version　of　Gone　Wit