Exercise for the Mind

♪ Oh!

Excuse me!

Rosalind: No, it's fine!

I didn't realize it was occupied.

No, I wasn't-- I was just studying.

I didn't want to keep Joyce awake with the light on.

Studying?

At this time of night?

Why are you so worried, lass?

Your written work is decent enough.

It's not so much the exam...but the Viva.

Having to answer questions from a whole panel of people, trying to poke holes in my work.

It's simply to ensure you can explain your thinking and argue your case.

That's just it.

"Don't answer back" was essentially the motto of my childhood.

Hmm.

I suppose that comes with being a headmaster's daughter.

Well, where I grew up, if you didn't fight back, you didn't survive.

I, for one, have never been backward in coming forward.

Perhaps I can help you.

But...how?

Do you have any gym clothes?

♪ What are the lobes on the maternal side of the placenta called?

What is the point of this, other than reminding me of how unfit I am?

Your brain is putting too much pressure on the right answer.

Exercise distracts it.

We are going to train your brain to be ready for anything in that Viva.

Now, those lobes?

Coty--Cotyledons?

You sure you don't want to join us?

Save yourself while you can.

Gym shorts aren't really my style.

Right.

Jumping jacks.