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A few days back, I went back to school for Drama practice. I know, I know, we've already stepped down from the club, so we should be focussing on our studies and all, but then again we miss the club so darn much, and we'd heard that our juniors were in trouble due to bad attitudes, so we wanted to go back to help them out. So most of the seniors {me included} decided to meet up and go to the Drama session together, and I'm so glad we did!

I admit feeling apprehensive at first. How would the juniors react to us suddenly coming back? Would they feel that we were there to steal the limelight from them, or just there to give them a 'scolding session'? Thank goodness though, the moment I saw the other juniors {I'd arrived earlier than the other seniors} all my fears and worries were erased. The juniors seemed so happy to see us, and said they'd missed us. Heck, I'd missed them too, especially the ones I felt extremely close to. Even though we seniors had planned to give the juniors a nice long lecture on the importance of having the right attitude for Drama etc etc, we just couldn't bring ourselves to do it, because we could see that all of them were really trying their best for the upcoming production Trapped! and were getting plenty of scoldings from our trainer anyway, so it would be downright cruel of us to rub salt into the wounds...

All the same, we couldn't stay too long {the session was 10am to 5pm!!} and so we had to leave earlier. I have to say, I'm extremely proud of my juniors, they're doing an awesome job! Oh, I can't wait to see them perform! There's this character that my 'favourite' sec3 junior has, and I have to say that the role was made for him! I'm so so so proud of them all!! XD

Good luck to the juniors, and we'll definitely buy tickets to watch you guys!! XD

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