Week three is here. The kids are tired. They aren’t giving 100% in rehearsals, and I don’t blame them. This schedule here is so grueling; Wake up 5:30 am and don’t get to bed until 10:30 pm. And they’re rehearsing and learning and thinking all day long. Not to mention the emotional stuff they are dealing with, talking about serious subjects like their relationships with their fathers and people they know who have or had HIV/AIDS. I honestly don’t think I could have made it through training when I was their age. I was going to classes at FSU, everything paid for, cushy apartment with my friends. They are living out here in the bush, on the side of a mountain. Leaders tell them what to do and what time to do it, and how long they have to get it done. They’ve given up an entire year of their lives to make a difference in others’ lives. I was beat on the first day! I would be completely burnt out by now if I had to follow the same exact schedule they do. There is one girl who is leaving today. She’s from the team that will work in an area called Durban. I think she just can’t handle the intensity of the training. It’s sad because now that team is one short, and the leader Sane is stuck with replacing her, or possibly changing their performance to work without her two and a half weeks in.