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Show surprise yourself." "O-h-h-h," Kim moaned. In all her brilliance, she had bumbled into her worst mistake of all, declaring herself a basketball player. It wasn't that she wasn't good. She was probably the best one in the CITG class, which was probably the reason Miss Parker thought she was so 'refreshing.' She'd probably never had a basketball player in the CITG class. Who would think of that as a talent? But there were other players in the school. Lots of them. Hadn't Mimi said that the team was one of the best in Northern California? And she was only a freshman. But she was also in a box. A very small box. She had to play for the team. She had no other choice. One of the educational opportunities at Miss Putnam's was a weekly assembly held at 8:15 in the morning. Laura would have referred to assembly as a Soporific Character Builder, which was how she also viewed church services. Not that she found the sermons character developing, but she felt sitting on hard wooden benches for long periods of time built great fortitude. Mr. Prenzlow had scheduled Men of Note from the 64 |
