As Jenna's first week at her new school, St. Monica's, neared its end, she recanted some of the horrible events that made it so memorable. As she sat in her first period classroom waiting for the day to begin, she couldn't help but feel responsible somehow. She was convinced that such things just didn't 'happen' and she must have a played a role in their realization.
But, she sighed, she HAD learned a lot here. She had learned how to act in her first period class so as not to raise Trisha's anger, she had learned that doing whatever the girls in her second period gym class wanted was the best way to avoid further trouble AND she'd learned that Sister Ann was a strict disciplinarian, and she would not hesitate to correct poor behaviour from students OR teachers.
Jenna really respected Sister Ann for that. She not only looked up to the pretty nun physically (since she was so much shorter) but also admiringly. She longed to be like her someday.
