Today felt like a few years because it was full of so much information. And not enough caffeine. And not enough sleep last night.
But this is an amazing amazing program (even weighed against San Bernardino, the San Andreas Fault, and the cockroaches).
Never in my life have I been able to study grammar for four hours every day. (Yes, that does truly make me happy.)
It's funny to watch some of my classmates react (with horror) to the demands of an 8am-10pm school day with heaps of homework and pretty much no breaks during the day. For me, it feels a lot like the workshops we had in law school, or like the workload for the World Journalism Institute or, to a lesser extent (because they were really easy on us) to Oxford. So I am grateful to have survived those experiences already coming in to this one.
Just now in calligraphy class we saw a proverb (well, some people saw the proverb; other people saw a bunch of really pretty swirligigs) that said something like "there have been days that made me cry, and days that I have cried wishing for those days." Not so poetic in English (especially without swirligigs), but I think it will make sense to everyone.
Today I am feeling the generosity of the gifts of a loving Heavenly Father Who blesses us with His plan in ways we would never anticipate.