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Show CHAPTER TWO At ten minutes after eight the following morning Kim sat with three hundred and sixty five girls, crowded into narrow pews, in a small stone chapel where Mr. Prenzlow made announcements and read the school rules-no smoking on campus, no boys on campus during the week, no leaving the campus without a permit slip... Kim glanced around the white stucco chapel at the sea of girls. All three hundred and sixty five of them wore identical green plaid skirts with white blouses and green sweaters. That was nice in a way. No one could tell by what she wore that she came from a small town in Idaho where the most elegant store was a small Co-op. But on the other hand, sitting in the midst cf all the uniforms gave her the strange sensation of being no more important than a grain of wheat in a storage bin. She felt that way for most of the day, being herded from class to class by clanging bells and an omnipotent schedule she found in the stack of papers Miss Dennis had given her. The only part of the day that she stood out from the rest of the uniforms was during P.E.. Miss Pearson, the gym teacher, spent most of the period giving out locker 22 |
