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s Yitzy walked to yeshivah his mind was racing with many different thoughts. First, he thought about the Mishnayos competition. It was only ten days away, and he would be up against the smartest kid in the whole school. The thought of making a fool out of himself in front of his whole yeshivah made his stomach hurt.
Then he thought about Mr. Burtman leaving games on his doorstep. Just imagining that man being near his apartment made his stomach hurt even more.
Finally, he thought about poor Mr. Greenbaum, lying in a hospital somewhere. Was he okay? Why could no one could tell them how Mr. Greenbaum was doing?
As he approached the yeshivah building, he sighed and took a deep breath. Once he was in yeshivah, he could focus on only one thing: paying attention in class. That would be the only way he could even hope to win the Mishnayos competition.
