she would do once she got there？
Blair stood up。 Maybe forgiveness had worked in the past； but she had to move forward。 And her future had no place for Serena。 Serena had taken Nate from her and now that she’d already lost him； she wanted to take Yale。 She could have it。 Blair wasn’t going to be around to watch。
“Actually； I’m going abroad next year； so we won’t really see each other。” She slung her Chloé hobo bag over her shoulder。 “’Bye！” she called； not bothering to look back。
Au revoir…
III
hey people！
a note to all you study abroaders
We know who you are。 We can hear and smell you from a mile away。 You’re the guys and girls who pronounce everything with a slightly clipped British accent； like Madonna； or roll your r’s even when you’re speaking English。 You’re the ones talking about how the siesta really suits you； or how a glass of wine with lunch really calms the nerves。 You’re the ones who won’t shut up about how much better your adopted country is—even though you’ve spent most of your first semester getting drunk with fellow study abroaders and you can only say one sentence in the language of your host country： “Where’s the bathroom？” or “toilet；” as they say in the U。K。
Don’t get me wrong—I understand the appeal of your international environs。 Take a look at B。 Even though a bevy of well…bred British boys have been following her through the medieval streets of Oxford； she’s been spotted drinking pints and sharing snogs with a fellow American… a very familiar one。 Is it just me； or are American boys that much sexier when they go abroad？
on the home front
I haven’t forgotten about all of you who stayed stateside。 My first subject： S； current cause célèbre at Yale。 Sadly for the Yale drama club