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they　were　hanging　around　her　neck　on　a　gold　chain　and　slid　them

onto　her　nose　so　she　could　examine　Serena’s　schedule；　which　was

lying　on　her　desk。　“Let’s　see；　now。　Mmmm。　Yes。　Right；”　she

muttered；　reading　the　schedule　over。

Serena　sat　in　front　of　Ms。　Glos；　with　her　legs　crossed；　waiting

patiently。　There　were　no　diplomas　on　Ms。　Glos’s　wall；　no　evidence　of

any　accreditations　at　all；　just　pictures　of　her　grandchildren。　Serena

wondered　if　Ms。　Glos　had　even　gone　to　college。　You　would　have

thought　that　if　she　were　going　to　dish　out　advice　on　the　subject；　she

could　have　at　least　tried　it。

Ms。　Glos　cleared　her　throat。　“Yes；　well；　your　schedule　is　perfectly

acceptable。　Not　stellar；　mind　you；　but　adequate。　I　imagine　you’re

making　up　for　it　with　extracurriculars；　yes？”

Serena　shrugged　her　shoulders。　If　you　can　call　drinking　Pernod　and

dancing　naked　on　a　beach　in　Cannes　an　extracurricular。　“Not

really；”　she　said。　“I　mean；　I’m　not　actually　signed　up　for　any

extracurriculars　at　the　moment。”

Ms。　Glos　let　her　glasses　drop。　Her　nostrils　were　turning　very　red　and

Serena　wondered　if　she　was　about　to　have　a　bloody　nose。　Ms。　Glos

was　famous　for　her　bloody　noses。　Her　skin　was　very　pale；　with　a

yellowish　tinge。　All　the　girls　thought　she　had　some　terrible

contagious　disease。

“No　extracurriculars？　But　what　are　you　doing　to　improve　yourself？”

Serena　gave　Ms。　Glos　a　polite；　blank　look。

Who　said　she　needed　improving？

“I　see。　Well；　we’ll　have　to　get　you　involved　in　something；　won’t　we？”

Ms。　Glos　said。　“I’m　afraid　the　colleges　aren’t　going　to　even　look　at

you　without　any　extracurriculars。”　She　bent　over　and　pulled　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