Take a look into the tightly wound, straight-laced mind of Miss Emmeline Mackay, Headmistress of Marcia Blaine during the events of the film.
Another school year began today. I enter my office and am greeted by a silent smile from my loyal secretary, Miss Gaunt. She has been very helpful to me, but her silent manner can be unnerving. I place some fresh chrysanthemums on the sideboard by my office door and hang the new curtains. From my window, I see the members of my staff entering: our sensible physical education teacher, Miss Campbell, our pleasant and wholesome chemistry teacher, Miss Lockhart, and dear Miss McKenzie, the librarian.
I do enjoy staying at Marcia Blaine. The students behave (with a few notable exceptions), and everything is (almost) as it should be. Then, she comes in. Miss Brodie enters with her usual flock of admirers, wearing a ridiculous purple frock and a silly hat she probably purchased in some foreign country over the summer. How I dislike Jean Brodie! If that woman did not have tenure, she would be dismissed and forgotten, and my school would be perfect.
Miss Gaunt ushers two new girls into my office: one named Emily and one named Mary. I look at the note on my desk and see that they are bound for Jean Brodie's class. My heart sinks a little: here are two perfectly normal, lovely girls, who are no doubt full of potential (though Mary seems extremely nervous, if not flat out terrified) that Brodie will no doubt twist to her own horrible teaching methods. I frown slightly, but not so much as to intimidate the girls: intimidation is not what a good administrator promotes.
I send the new girls with a more experienced student to be shown around the school, and I note the portrait of the founder of the Marcia Blaine School for Girls. Engraved in a small golden plaque are the words, "Who can find a virtuous woman? For her price is far above rubies." How I love the Book of Proverbs.
My day continues, without much to worry about until lunchtime. Mr. Lowther, our singing master approached me, asking if he could leave the cafeteria for a moment. I have had a nasty feeling that Jean Brodie was trying to captivate Mr. Lloyd, the art master, last year, and I fear she may have moved on to Lowther. The other staff, such as Miss Campbell, have already complained about the precocity of her special set of girls, and I sincerely hope that she will not extend her corrupting influence to Mr. Lowther.
I have a feeling we are in for a good year at Marcia Blaine… I just hope Jean Brodie doesn't spoil it.