Fortunately there is no one else in the room. I have a few minutes to pull myself together and figure out how to face the day. When I come back to the room after taking my shower, there is a note under my door. I pick it up, and my stomach lurches into free fall. It’s from Nina Taubin. She’s the head of the disciplinary committee. Ms. Taubin doesn’t even teach any of my classes. I only know who she is from chapel; she usually reads announcements. She purses her bright red lips, raises her eyebrows and stares from behind heavy-rimmed glasses, waiting for absolute silence before she begins.   Wren, Please stop by to see me at my residence at your convenience. Thank you. Nina Taubin   Somehow I doubt she is actually concerned with my convenience. Baird already told me the disciplinary committee isn’t meeting until Wednesday. Did Ms. Taubin decide the issue was too important to wait until then?
