my class schedule has kept me on campus for many hours every day this semester (that is seven days), which is considerably different from how I spent my time last semester: struggle to make it by 9:07am three days a week to Gil's indulgent fifty minute lecture on baroque trumpets (or on tue/thurs sleep through ear training at eight am and make it to conducting by nine.. maybe), go to the gym, and then go home. At home three or four hours would disappear mysteriously. I still don't know where. I'd go back to make a half-ditch effort to practice, and then call it quits ten 'til the hour and go to yoga.
and now I'm on campus all day working, of all things - focusing, finishing things, practicing four hours in a row, going to every class and getting something out of it. My type-A has been awoken, and is looking sadly over years of disorganization, lack of focused discipline, and wasted time. I am mourning, and while doing so I am carefully avoiding refined carbs and researching internships and graduate schools and promising myself it's not too late to redeem some of this scattered mess.
This is more real and workable than that eastern "time stands still and 'success' looms eternally on the horizon" bullshit I was getting into
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