Steven said there would be days (weeks) like this during A-Levels and it appears this week is not going to be the exception!
We were pre-warned by our Profs that we would have a battery of review tests, as well as essays to work on all week. Thursday appeared to be the day we would have our series of tests on all subjects. I also wouldn’t put it past the Coach to give the 10th Form a few extra drills to do in Gyms this week!
Of course I’m sure once dad caught wind of this; my Study Mode and time involved in it would take up more of my time!
I’m still working on Erik to step in and do a blog of his own, but even that would be a big challenge for him along with his studies to take my place for the week! So we will all just have to take things on a daily basis at this point and see what actually materializes this week!

But it was enlightening that Shayne and Lars had been doing some research and reading up on a few scripts! They haven’t come to a final conclusion just as yet, but at least they were on the right track and moving forward.
“We decided to do whatever we pick in the Reader’s Theatre format, Amar.” Shayne said as we met after lunch. “We like your suggestion to take it down a level and not do a full blown play.”
“Reader’s Theatre will be the easiest for our final performance this year.” Lars put in. “Maybe we can even use some basic costumes and makeup for more character.”
“I’m assuming you’ve both backed down from the Talent Show idea?” I asked.
They both nodded.
“Lars and I talked about it, and we think a Talent Show would best be done on a full stage.” Shayne said. “That’s what Professor Springer mentioned. I can’t wait for him to be full time Theatre Director next school year, Amar.” Shayne added with a swooning sigh.
“So what are your choices for Reader’s Theatre this year?” I asked.
“We narrowed it down to three, Amar.” Lars looked at Shayne for Dramatic effect.
“It will be between, Oliver Twist, Treasure Island . . .” they looked at each other, “And The Outsiders.”
I felt as if the wind was suddenly knocked out of me, and I feigned indifference. The Outsiders was one of my favourite books and movies, and I so wanted to be a part of it, but I know my schedule would not allow it to happen.

“Those are great choices, you two.” I forced a smile. “Whichever one of the three you choose to perform; it will be a great production.”
“You’re not upset, Amar?” Lars asked.
“Yeah, Amar,” Shayne leaned against me. “We know how much you wanted to do the Outsiders.”
“There’s no reason for me to be upset, you two.” I smiled, giving them both a hug. “I’ll enjoy it whether I’m in it or in the audience. Just remember, you two are the Directors – not me.”
They both gave me another hug just as chimes sounded and they hurried off to Base.
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I will have to admit that Psychology was quite interesting today, but we knew the rest of the week the pressure would be shovelled on!
We actually did a bit of role playing today – drawing small pieces of folded paper from a jar and portraying the emotion written on it. Then the class would have a fifteen minute discussion about that particular emotion, and talk about remedies or “cures” to deal with it. Then we would move on to the next drawing of an emotion, and so forth.
It was quite interesting, and turned out at times to be quite the challenge as well when opened to the entire class for discussion.
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I had a bit of a scare at final chimes though. When I was packing my tote and telling Ben and David goodbye, Reece came into our Base with quite the worried look on his cherub-like face.
“Is something wrong, Reece?” I asked.
“Joopey’s hurt, Amar.” He said quietly.
“What?” I gasped. “What’s wrong? Where is he?”
“He’s still in our Base,” Reece said, grabbing my hand as the two of us hurried off to 7th Form Base.
When we got there, I was almost expecting to see Joopey rolling on the floor holding some injured part of his body. Instead, he was just sitting on a chair and leaning on his Station desk.
“Are you OK, Joop?” I asked as I pulled up another chair and put my arm around him. “What’s wrong?”
He looked so pathetically sad when he lifted his head and looked at me.
“My tooth hurts, Amar.” He whimpered. “I can hardly chew on my one side, and when I drink something cold, it stings real bad like someone’s poking a knife there.”
“When did it start hurting you, Joopey?” I asked.
“It wasn’t too bad at breakfast, but it got a bit worse at lunch, and now it like hurts all the time.”
“Let’s go talk to the Nurse and see what she has to say about it, OK?” I said, helping him up as Reece took his tote. “Why don’t you take both your totes back to the Dorms, Reece’s Pieces and tell the Dorm Master where Joopey is.”
Reece gave Joopey a hug before he grabbed the two totes and headed toward the Dorms, and Joopey and I headed to the Infirmary.

It turned out that Joopey did have a bit of a toothache. “Probably a cavity that got the best of him, Amar,” She said. “We’ll give him a baby aspirin and get him to the Dentist first thing in the morning. In the meantime, he can head back up to the Dorms. I’ll have a talk with the Dorm Master about his dinner and giving him another aspirin before bedtime.”
“You try and get some rest tonight, Joop.” I said. “Once you see the Dentist in the morning, you’ll feel so much better.”
“Will I still be able to hang the bird feeder outside my Opa’s window soon, Amar?”
“Let’s try and visit him again this Saturday, Joop,” I said. “I’ll have dad call to see if there are any restrictions in hanging bird feeders, OK?”
Joop gave me as best a smile as he could as we hugged and I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.