The Hurrier I Go...

So, yesterday was the first day of school, and I did not post anything about it. Oops! I meant to. (I'm already not getting everything I want to get done finished. *sigh*)

It feels like we never left; like summer was a dream; like we'll be here forever. It feels like free time is a myth and stress follows me like a shadow. But I can't get stressed out so quickly, so easily! How pathetic is that?

I am becoming suspicious of myself. I think I might be...a drama queen...(Egad!) I think I am so in the habit of worrying and stressing that, when life doesn't do a good enough job of providing me with problems, I make some up.

I also think I procrastinate on purpose subconsciously. I am always late to everything. I think some part of me senses when I'm close to meeting a deadline or getting to school early, and I slow down every action by just a fraction, but it adds up enough to make me late.

But I'd really rather not think these things of myself. It makes me seem crazy, and we all know how far that is from the truth.

So, I'm really proud of myself: I exercised today!!! Now, my idea of exercise is inside, in the nice controlled air conditioning, with a big glass of water, a high-powered fan directed at my face, a diverting tv show, and my mom's stationary bike. I cannot understand why people like my dad and some of my friends would elect to jog outside, under the blazing Floridian sun, in the heat, on the hard concrete, in front of people. I have no problem sitting outside, or maybe riding a real bike, or swimming...but jogging? Running? Impacting the asphalt time and time again in an unbroken rhythm, jarring your poor ankles and knees, sweat streaking into your squinting eyes that are now blinded by both the sun and the sting of salt? That's just not my idea of fun.

My idea of fun is playing the piano! YAY! I had my first piano lesson of the season today, and surprised my teacher by having actually progressed over the summer. ("Tada! I can play the songs you mentioned last spring...") But I have to, have to, have to make this year worth her time and worth mine, worth the money my parents spend on lessons, worth the previous years that all led up to this.

When I go away to college, I may or may not pursue the piano. I would love to progress always, but you have to make priorities, and considering all the money that will be pouring into my higher education, it will probably take precedence over the fun things. Besides this, my teacher was supposed to be retiring this year. She is making an exception and teaching me for one more year because I am a senior; this is my last year. She saw me through all the way from the very first lesson, and she's going to be the one to send me off into the world of college. I owe it to her to give it my all this year.

That said...I need to go. If I am going to have time to practice tomorrow, I need to get some more homework done tonight. ;)