Sorry for the late update! I prefer to write when I'm inspired rather than cranking out a mediocre story in six months.
Dear Diary,
The school year has progressed smoothly- or so I thought.
My teachers continue to work efficiently. Miss Campbell is preparing a brilliant hockey team for the year. The Kerr sisters will soon have the younger girls on the machines, ready to perform practical stitchery. And there always seems to be beautiful music coming from Mr. Lowther's classroom.
Which doesn't sound as beautiful to me after this evening. I walked into the locker room to see if Miss Campbell was still about. Miss Campbell was not to be found, but I met the Brodie set instead: Sandy Stranger, Jenny Grey, Monica McClaren, and now Mary McGregor.
Oh, Mary McGregor. I feared for her when she marched off to Jean Brodie's classroom on that first day of term. Now, she's enamored of the corrupter of the generation. Mary and the other two were giggling wildly at Sandy Stranger, who was performing a rather vulgar trick in which one turns their back and moves their arms up and down their sides so as to mimic romantic relations.
When I confronted Sandy and the girls, they attempted to lie their way out of it, claiming to have seen La Traviata with Brodie… And Gordon Lowther!
Lowther, the kindly man who always held the door for me and always respected my authority, was taking Jean Brodie to a most unsuitable opera with FOUR STUDENTS. I could feel my ire building, but wouldn't show it in front of the girls.
The girls then revealed that they and Miss Brodie have been visiting Lowther at Cramond, which is highly inappropriate. No doubt Jean Brodie taught Sandy Stranger that filthy movement.
I attempt to interrogate the girls as to what they are up to, but they lie through all of my questions. Even Mary McGregor lied to me, the headmistress of Marcia Blaine (albeit with the encouragement of her fellows).
Mary shows a chink in Brodie's armour though. If I am ever to fire Jean Brodie, her own students will be her downfall. I think I'll talk with Miss Brodie about my little discrepancy with her students.
Sincerely,
Emmaline Mackay