As soon as davening was over the intercom system crackled to life having been mostly repaired the previous week. Sima’s voice filled the classroom. Sheva could hear it echoing slightly from the classrooms nearby.
“Attention all classes! Attention all classes! ARE YOU READY?!”
Sheva tensed. No she wasn’t ready. She wasn’t at all ready. She just couldn’t decide what to do.
“Just four more weeks until Shabbaton! FOUR — MORE — WEEKS!” The girls cheered; the roar echoed throughout the school.
