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Show "Isn't she pleased with the school?" "Yes. What's she's seen of it. But she sent me here so I could dance at the Ballet Academy in San Francisco, and now that I'm not dancing, she doesn't see any reason for me to stay-" "How about the education here...and your basketball opportunites?" "She thinks it's awfully expensive to send me here just to play basketball. "I see," said Mrs. Parker. She paused for a long moment, then said, "I'm sorry. I'm genuinely sorry. You have so much promise." Then, in her very positive way, she said, "You know, you could get a scholarship. Your grades are good and you come from a single parent family and I happen to be on the committee that reviews sholarship applications." A scholarship...She had never thought of a scholarship. Mr. Prenzlow always made it sound like the school was so pinched for money, that she'd thought only the MGM students or the minorities could qualify. It had never occured to her that she might be eligible. That might be the answer to all her problems. "What kind of scholarship?" she asked. "You could probably get full tuition," said Mrs. Parker. "One of the alums just donated a very sizable sum of money to be used for that purpose. "Really?" A surge of hope welled up inside her. A full 148 |