brain et hammer
So, I'd forgotten that information overload felt a bit like your head was the interior of a piano replete with multitudes of tiny hammers going non-stop. It's all fine and good however, class was cozy and intimate, friends-to-be were friendly and forthcoming and apple-and-bus-and-banana sharing and I even learnt how to properly wash my hands (under the fingernails too!). I even took lovely photos. Maybe when I'm not so ridiculously tired, I'll even post them!