The subject says it all. I'm back at NSA after a spring break full of horseiness and being outside in lovely spring weather, and riding and touching horses, and breathing horses, and reading fiction; generally NOT doing anything school related. Now I'm back. Break is over.
Emphatically over.
I've done enough homework today to last me the rest of the term, yet I haven't even scratched the surface. Greek is a ginormous mountain casting its dark shadow over my every step. It has been my major task of the day, but according to Mr. Schwandt, everything I've done so far is merely "homework prep." *blink* It was raining all day. That probably had something to do with it. But there comes a point when some place you once loved becomes wearisome because of hours and hours you've spent there doing homework. And more homework and more homework. I go to Bucer's, buy coffee, then leave and study elsewhere. I've spent a year and a half studying there. No more, my friend. I now haunt One World, the coffee shop on the other side of town. Its walls are not stained with memories of Latin, Lordship, History, Greek, Rhetoric, Natural Philosophy. Not yet, anyway.
Don't get me wrong. I'm very much enjoying the things we're going over this term. Theology has already enraptured me (not that doing so was especially difficult), History is looking good. But my lands. The homework is - interestingly challenging. And this is Day 2. Not Week 2. Day 2.
Onward forward. Thank God for music.
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