Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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wondered if Ms. Glos had even gone to college. <strong>You</strong> would have<br />
thought that if she were going to dish out advice on the subject, she<br />
could have at least tried it.<br />
Ms. Glos cleared her throat. “Yes, well, your schedule is perfectly<br />
acceptable. Not stellar, mind you, but adequate. I imagine you’re<br />
making up for it with extracurriculars, yes?”<br />
Serena shrugged her shoulders. If you can call drinking Pernod and<br />
dancing naked on a beach in Cannes an extracurricular. “Not<br />
really,” she said. “I mean, I’m not actually signed up for any<br />
extracurriculars at the moment.”<br />
Ms. Glos let her glasses drop. Her nostrils were turning very red and<br />
Serena wondered if she was about to have a bloody nose. Ms. Glos<br />
was famous for her bloody noses. Her skin was very pale, with a<br />
yellowish tinge. All the girls thought she had some terrible<br />
contagious disease.<br />
“No extracurriculars? But what are you doing to improve yourself?”<br />
Serena gave Ms. Glos a polite, blank look.<br />
Who said she needed improving?<br />
“I see. Well, we’ll have to get you involved in something, won’t we?”<br />
Ms. Glos said. “I’m afraid the colleges aren’t going to even look at<br />
you without any extracurriculars.” She bent over and pulled a big<br />
looseleaf binder out of a drawer in her desk and began flipping<br />
through pages and pages of flyers printed on colored paper. “Here’s<br />
something that starts this week. ‘Feng Shui Flowers, the Art of Floral<br />
Design.’ ”<br />
She looked up at Serena, who was frowning doubtfully. “No, you’re<br />
right. That’s not going to get you into Harvard, is it?” Ms. Glos said<br />
with a little laugh.<br />
She pushed up the sleeves of her blouse and frowned at the binder<br />
as she flipped briskly through the pages. She wasn’t about to give<br />
up after only one try. She was very good at her job.<br />
Serena gnawed on her thumbnail. She hadn’t thought about this.<br />
That colleges would actually need her to be anything more than she<br />
already was. And she definitely wanted to go to college. A good<br />
one. Her parents certainly expected her to go to one of the best<br />
schools. Not that they put any pressure on her—but it went without<br />
saying. And the more Serena thought about it, the more she<br />
realized she really didn’t have anything going for her. She’d been<br />
kicked out of boarding school, her grades had fallen, she had no<br />
idea what was going on in any of her classes, and she had no<br />
hobbies or cool after-school activities. Her SAT scores sucked<br />
because her mind always wandered during those stupid fill-in-thebubble<br />
tests. And when she took them again, they would probably<br />
suck even worse. Basically, she was screwed.