My first few attempts at oil painting

Every Thursday, I have to carry a 24X30 stretched canvas to work so I can attend my class on time. I have to grab a quick dinner before 7. I have to get used to the smell of turpentine. I have to forget about clean hands and fingers. I have to focus yet at the same time squint so I can see the objects' shadows. I have to listen to oldies music while standing for 3 hours painting still life objects.
Exhausting. Tiring. Draining.
But every Thursday, I now go to bed with a smile on my face.