It's a course that's taken by most followers of my faith. In Japan it's three months long, but for we Americans, it's one month; time is money. But money cannot buy what i learned while living at church with nine other partial strangers that had immense problems of their own. We had the complete package: the depressed middle-aged, the midget, the druggie, the foreigners, the loud comedian, the three musketeers, the love interests, and the philosopher. Everyday I woke up at 5:15AMand got ready to go clean the men's bathroom that unfortunately had pee on the ground everyday left my males who don't have the proper skill to aim in the bowl. The cleaning went on for about twenty minutes and then from approximately 5:50 to 6:55 I would go back to sleep.
7:00, rise and shine once more from my nap and off to do morning service; this lasted for about thirty minutes. I skipped break feast to get some more shut eye. Classes began at 9. Three consecutive lectures, each one and half hours long with lunch in between. Depending on the teacher, my level of complaint varied and my complex questioning fluxed. Instrumental practice was excruciating because there were about seven old women who stared you down and nit picked at the slightest detail in playing the traditional japanese intruments: koto, kokyu, and shamisen. Dinner was gooooood. Evening service, then hand dance practice. That was usually fun.
okay..i'm skipping A LOT of details in between that go on throughout the day. But hey! my fingers hurt. I'll continue talking about the more important things tomorrow. I just wanted to lay down a foundation for this topic
Peace
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