Roller Coaster

I hate roller coasters. Roller coasters make me nauseous.
I like swings. Even though swings also make me nauseous.
But I'm getting off point.

This semester has been a roller coaster of emotions for me.

As January rolled around and I was getting for my last semester of college, I was convinced that this was going to be an easy semester. I had it in my head that I would have way more free time than I knew what to do with.

The first few weeks were pretty nice. I didn't have too much work and I was just enjoying getting back into the swing of going to class after a semester of student teaching.

February came around and with it Roberts Concerto/Aria competition and Wind Ensemble tour. I was excited for both, and things ended up going pretty well (obviously), but I could slowly start to feel myself slowing down a bit.

March arrived, and I realized the free time that I once imagined was now long gone. In fact, I began to wonder if it had ever even existed at all. My schedule was suddenly filled with performances, concerts to attend, and rehearsals for my recital. Not to mention still going to work and my classes!

Even though I was so busy, I still felt like my trumpet playing was the best it had ever been. I felt on top of the world. Nothing could get me down!

As my recital date approached, I was filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. This was the real deal! My LAST recital of my college career!

Then, as all recitals do, it came and went in a flash. Months of preparation. Hours of practicing. Late nights. Long rehearsals. All over in 45 minutes. 

I got hit with a mild case of the post-recital blues. I was worn out, completely exhausted, and my body basically begging me to get sick with the cold-bug that had been going around... but no. I could not let it! Wind Ensemble & Chorale concerts were next weekend, and then Concerto Aria the weekend after that. I had to keep going!

I made it through the Wind Ensemble concert and Chorale concert this weekend, and my physical being is finally feeling like it is at wits end. RWCCO concert Saturday and 2 major papers due on Monday and Tuesday are all that stand in between me and actually getting to relax a little. I'm trying to find that great "nothing can drag me down" attitude I had back in January, but I have occasionally found myself slipping and starting to settle for lower standards. 

So here I am on a Wednesday night. 

This morning I had big plans of spending my evening working in the library on my theory paper.

This evening after wind ensemble I barely managed to drag myself back to my apartment.

This morning I planned on making a great dinner for myself after wind ensemble rehearsal. 

This evening I somehow found the number for Bill Gray's and managed to order food that I barely had the energy to pick up.

This morning I figured that before heading the library tonight I would do laundry, dishes, and some apartment cleaning.

This evening I threw 2 loads of laundry in and then started watching TV.
That reminds me...I started 2 loads of laundry that I need to finish before bed. Dang it. 

- Erin D.