Life

Dear blog,

You've been a little neglected lately, and consequently, a little boring.

Sorry about that.

My life since the beginning of September has been crazy, to say the least.

Cah.Razy.

In a good way, mostly.

Definitely difficult, though.

I haven't seen some of my friends since August. I feel like I've been dead to the world, just barely keeping my head above water and getting to all my classes, lessons, and gigs.

Let's take last week for example:

Monday

{drive to Boston}

10:30-12:30 string orchestra rehearsal

{drive home}

2:30-3:30 teach private lessons

{drive to nearby high school}

3:45-4:15 teach private lesson

4:30-5:45 conduct children's orchestra rehearsal

5:45-6:15 teach private lesson

{drive to Lexington}

7:00-10:00 LSO rehearsal

{drive home}

Tuesday

{drive to Boston}

10:30-12:30 string orchestra rehearsal

{drive to Montessori school}

1:45-2:40 teach violin class

{drive home}

3:15-6:45 teach private students

{drive to orchestra rehearsal}

7:30-10:00 GSO rehearsal

{drive home}

Wednesday

{drive to Boston}

10:30-12:30 string orchestra rehearsal

1:00-3:50 Mendelssohn seminar class

4:00-5:00 violin lesson

5:00-5:30 dinner

{drive to Lexington}

7:00-10:00 LSO rehearsal

{drive home}

Thursday

{drive to Boston}

10:30-12:30 string orchestra rehearsal

{drive to Ipswich}

1:30-5:00 teach private students

{drive home}

5:30-6:30 iron black concert pants, search frantically for a clean black cardigan, dinner

{drive to Boston}

8:00-10:00 string orchestra concert at school

{drive home}

Friday

NO MORNING ORCHESTRA REHEARSAL! HALLELUJAH!

{drive to Boston}

12:00-2:45 quartet rehearsal

3:00-4:20 improvisation class

5:00-6:00 quartet coaching

{drive to Lexington}

7:00-10:00 LSO rehearsal

{drive home}

Well, I'm sure you're bored just looking at my schedule.

I, however, am exhausted just looking at my schedule. Much less living it.

And lest you think my weekends are relaxing, let me assure you that they are not.

I have a billion emails to which I must reply, scheduling matters to which I must attend, oh, and I can't play Paganini's Caprice #11 worth beans.

And when amidst my daily activities am I supposed to practice, exactly? And when am I supposed to do my homework?

I am tired. But I will keep plugging along at life.

I like grad school, I do. But a part of me is so ready for it to be May already.

{With a little Christmas between now and then, of course.}