gossip girl 7 英文-第32章

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things。〃　

Guess　so！　


Gossipgirl　

HEY　PEOPLE！　

A　STAR　IS　BORN　AND　SHE　COULDN'T　CARE　LESS　

Remember　a　few　months　back　when　a　certain　shaven…headed；　Brooklyn　dwelling；　filmmaking　
genius　won　her　school　film　contest？　The　prize　was　a　trip　to　Cannes　Film　Festival　to　pete　for　
the　Most　Promising　New　Filmmaker　award。　Any　normal　girl　would　have　been　shopping　for　the　
right　dress；　the　right　shoes；　the　right　hairstyle；　the　right　escort；　as　soon　as　she'd　found　out　that　she'd　
won。　She　would　have　been　counting　the　days。　Winning　the　award　would　be　like　being　queen　for　a　
day。　Not　that　our　filmmaking　genius　friend　even　cares。　She　skipped　the　whole　thing；　and　festival　
MC　and　independent　filmmaker　Ken　Mogul　had　to　accept　the　award　on　her　behalf；　calling　her　〃the　
most　original　voice　in　filmmaking；　since　Charlie　Chapman。〃　Not　necessarily　a　pliment；　since　
Charlie　Chapman　made　silent　films。　Still；　it's　not　every　day　that　thousands　of　fabulously　dresses　
celebrities　rise　to　their　feet　to　applaud　you。　Most　of　us　would　have　wanted　to　be　there。　One　thing's　
for　sure；　she'd　not　in　it　for　the　clothes　or　the　fame…　something　I　find　impossible　to　understand！　

NOW　ABOUT　HER　FILM。。。　

Remember　a　few　months　back　when　a　certain　shaven…headed　filmmaker　was　camped　out　in　the　
park；　interviewing　any　senior　kid　who　was　willing　to　talk　about　schools　they'd　gotten　into　or　not　
gotten　into　and　how　their　lives　sucked　or　didn't　suck？　Well　guess　what　film　won　the　New　
Filmmaker　award　in　Cannes？　Do　we　dare　show　our　faces　in　France　ever　again？　

Your　e…mail：　

Q：　Dear　GG；　
I　was　wait…listed　at　Yale　and　I　just　got　a　letter　from　them　this　morning。　A　rejection　letter。　I　heard　no　
one's　getting　of　the　wait　list　cuz　everyone　who　applied　is　going。　2　bad　4　me。　
…dumdum　
A：　Dear　dumdum；　
You　are　so　not　a　dumdum　for　not　getting　in。　Your　guidance　councilor　wouldn't　let　you　apply　if　she　
didn't　think　you　had　a　chance。　I　know　lots　of　crazily　smart　people　who　didn't　get　in；　and　some　
dumdums　who　did。　Anyway；　does　this　mean　everyone　who's　on　the　wait　list　will　be　hearing　back　
this　week？　Guess　we'll　find　out　soon　enough。。。　
…GG　
Q：　Dear　GG　

Please　tell　me　how　to　win　back　the　heart　of　the　boy　I　love。　He　is　depressed　because　his　father　
won't　let　him　go　out　of　the　house　because　he　is　being　punished　for　a　crime。　But　I　love　him　and　I　
must　see　him　or　I　will　die。　
…tristesse　

A：　Dear　tristesse；　
I　take　it　English　is　not　your　first　language。　Let　me　put　it　into　simple　terms：　maybe　the　boy　in　
question　isn't　as　into　you　as　you　are　into　him；　n'est　ce　pas？　
…GG　
Sightings：　

B　and　S　at　the　Five　and　Dime　in　Williamsburg　on　movie　night；　drinking　cosmos　and　lip…synching　
along　with　Audrey　Hepburn　in　Charade。　V　and　A　at　the　Mousy　Brown　salon　in　Williamsburg。　Tell　
me　he's　not　getting　his　head　shaved　to　match　hers！　K　and　I　making　laminated　NO　BOYS　
ALLOWED　signs　at　an　Upper　East　Side　Kinko's。　Silly　girls　don't　they　know　that's　just　asking　for　
trouble？　A　dark…haired　French　girl　in　a　fringed　Prada　poncho　and　a　Fendi　moccasins　scaling　the　
walls　of　N's　East…Side　town　house。　He　certainly　has　a　penchant　for　crazy　women。　J　and　the　rest　of　
the　Raves；　on　the　lead　singer's　roof；　singing　her　heart　out　in　the　middle　of　the　night…　Sunday　night；　
that　is。　Guess　who　spent　the　whole　weekend　partying　at　a　certain　rock　star's　house？　Now　there's　a　
girl　who'd　in　it　for　the　fame。　Is　she　trying　to　get　her　face　in　the　papers；　or　does　it　just　e　
naturally　to　her？　

Now　we　have　something　to　talk　about　in　school　on　Monday…　as　if　we're　ever　lacking　things　to　talk　
about！　

P。S　Thursday　night　is　the　long…awaited　Archibald　Benefit　Cruise　to　the　Hamptons。　Don't　forget　to　
bring　your　monogrammed　Louis　Vuitton　life　jacket！　
You　know　you　love　me；　
Gossip　Girl　

A　MIND　IS　A　TERRIBLE　THING　



Tuesday　morning；　as　Jenny　was　lining　her　eyelids　with　Chanel's　black　liquid　liner　for　a　smokey；　
up…all…night…effect　that　went　perfectly　with　her　new　enormous　pink　Gucci　sunglasses　that　would　
be　the　envy　of　Constance　Billard's　entire　ninth　grade；　her　dad　knocked　on　her　door　and　announced；　
〃You're　not　going　to　school　today；　babe。〃　

Jenny　put　down　her　eyeliner　and　opened　the　door。　〃What　do　you　mean？　Why　not？〃　

Rufus　was　wearing　a　child…sized　Mets　baseball　that　he'd　bought　for　Dan　when　he　was　eight。　It　sat　
like　a　beanie　atop　a　nest　of　wild　and　wooly　gray　hair。　He　was　also　wearing　blue…and…white…striped　
elastic…waist　cotton　pants　that　looked　exactly　like　pajama　bottoms。　

〃Mrs。　M　and　I　had　a　little　talk　last　night；〃　Rufus　told　her。　

Uh…oh。　

Jenny　tugged　on　her　super…short　seersucker　school　uniform。　〃How　e？〃　she　asked　innocently；　
even　though　she　knew　perfectly　well　how　e。　

Rufus　ignored　her　Miss　I…Didn't…Do…Anything　act。　〃She　basically　laid　it　on　the　line。　Either　you　
repeat　ninth　grade；　or　next　year　you're　going　to　school　elsewhere。〃　

Jenny　resisted　hurling　herself　at　her　father　and　smothering　him　in　a　bear　hug。　She　was　going　to　
boarding　school！　It　was　really　happening！　

Not　so　fast；　missy。　

〃I'm　not　going　here；〃　Jenny　insisted　before　the　cab　even　stopped。　

〃That's　what　you　think；〃　her　father　grumbled。　He　paid　the　cabbie　and　opened　the　door。　〃e；　
Your　Tartiness。　Let's　take　a　look。〃　

They'd　pulled　up　in　front　of　the　Sloan　Centre　for　Bright　Minds；　a　hippie　experimental　school　on　a　
flat；　wide　strip　of　boring…looking　three…story　buildings　in　Flushing；　Queens。　It　was　miles　away　
from　Manhattan　and　nothing　like　the　ivy…trimmed　brick　buildings　of　the　boarding　school　of　her　
dreams。　On　the　way　over　Rufus　had　shoved　a　Sloan　Centre　brochure　at　her；　and　she'd　thumbed　
through　it。　There　was　no　real　dress　code；　the　lunchroom　was　organic　and　vegetarian；　the　students　
all　had　greasy　hair　and　acne；　and　none　of　the　teachers　wore　Chanel　suits。　In　other　words；　jenny　
hated　it　already。　

A　giant　birchbark　peace　sign　greeted　them　as　they　passed　through　the　biodynamically　grown　
natural　oak　school　doors。　The　peace　sign　was　hanging　from　the　ceiling　of　the　entryway；　spinning　


round　and　round　in　the　breeze　created　by　the　student…built　watermill　standing　at　the　base　of　the　
stairs。　Pure　spring　water　cascaded　down　a　bamboo　gutter　at　the　centre　of　the　stairs；　feeding　the　
mill。　

〃Our　upper…schoolers　built　the　water　mill　last　winter；〃　explained　Calliope　Trask；　the　school's　
director；　at　the　start　of　their　tour。　〃Every　January　we　have　what's　called　Winter　Work。　There　are　no　
academics；　and　the　students　focus　on　building　something　functional　with　their　hands。　The　year　
before　we　had　a　chicken　coop　with　twenty　laying　hens；　right　here　in　out　gym。　We　had　so　many　
eggs　we　had　an　egg　scale　and　raised　money　to　buy　new　hemp　mats　for　our　pre…schoolers　to　nap　
on！　

Woo…hoo！　

Calliope　Trask's　hair　hung　in　a　gray　braid　down　to　her　bottom　and　she　was　wearing　a　
mustard…yellow…linen　Eileen　Fisher　tank　dress　that　did　wonders　for　her　frizzy　black　underarm　hair。　
Her　legs　were　unshaven　too；　and　coarse　black　leg　hairs　stuck　out　between　the　straps　of　her　
tied…at…the…ankle　beige　canvas　Earth　shoes。　

〃Those　are　wonderful　sunglasses。〃　She　pointed　at　the　gigantic　pair　of　pink　Gucci　shades　masking　
Jenny's　smoldering　brown　eyes。　〃But　at　Bright　Minds　we　don't　allow　designer　labels　or　emblems　
on　clothing　or　accessories　of　any　sort。〃　

Before　Jenny　could　even　say；　〃What　the　fuck？〃　Rufus　had　whipped　the　glasses　off　her　face　and　
stuck　them　in　his　gray　sweatpants…material　jacket　pocket。　

〃That's　better。　Now　we　can　see　your　beautiful　face；〃　Calliope　trilled；　as　Jenny　scowled　hideously　
at　her。　

She　followed　Calliope　and　her　father　up　the　stairs；　tempted　to　tell　them　both　to　take　the　Sloan　
Centre　for　Bright　Minds'　hemp　mats　and　smoke　them　while　she　ran　away　to　the　Czech　Republic　to　
live　wither　crazy；　selfish；　and　neglectful　mother。　The　Raves　could　do　a　tour　of　Eastern　Europe　and　
she　could　buy　all　the　Gucci　she　wanted　for　half…price　on　the　black　market。　

They　reached　the　second　floor　and　Calliope　opened　the　door　to　of　the　classrooms。　〃Our　classes　are　
mixed…age　and　broken　up　into　'bundles'　names　for　the　endangered　species　of　the　Galapagos。　
Jennifer；　you'd　be　in　one　of　the　thirteen…to…fifteen…year…old　bundles。　I'll　walk　you　to　the　area　where　
the　Giant　Tortoise　bundle　is　gathered　for　this　mornings　work　and　then　let　your　student　guide　take　
over。〃　

The　floor　of　the　classroom　was　covered　in　sand；　the　walls　were　lined　with　stalks　of　bamboo；　and　
the　ceiling　was　plastered　with　palm　fronds。　NO　SMOKING；　read　a　huge　hand…painted　sign　
overhead。　

Jenny　had　never　really　been　much　of　a　smoker；　but　she　was　dying　for　a　cigarette。　She　pulled　off　


her　white　Miss　Sixty　cardigan　to　reveal　the　cute　little　Lacoste　alligator　marching　across　the　left　
boob　of　her　new　pink　shirt；　given　to　her　by　Lloyd　Collins　of　the　Raves。　Anything　to　avoid　
being　a　Giant　Tortoise。　

〃Hakuna　matata；　Miss。　Calliope；〃　a　pudgy　girl　wearing　what　looked　like　a　goatskin　bikini　greeted　
them。　

〃Hakuna　matata；　Cherisse；〃　Calliope　replied　with　a　smile。　〃The　Giant　Tortoise　bundle　is　exploring　
the　country　of　Namibia　in　Africa　this　week；〃　she　told　Jenny　and　Rufus；　as　if　that　explained　
everything。　Jenny　stared　as　the　rest　of　the　Giant　Tortoi