It’s amazing what happens when you don’t have three-hour rehearsals three days a week.
When that time slot opens up, you suddenly feel limitless. As if there’s nothing you can’t do. Suddenly you have three whole hours to yourself. No need to spend the day compensating for the time that would be spent rehearsing in the evening. You’ve been given back three hours of every day. Anything is possible. With three free hours a night, you suddenly feel as though you could write a novel. Read War and Peace. Solve world hunger. Cure cancer.
Unfortunately, the moment word gets out that you suddenly have free time on your hands, the Time Vultures will descend upon you faster than you can say “extracurricular.” No matter how hard you try, activities and assignments will ooze into your planner, piling on top of each other in a massive, ugly, sulfurous heap that makes you wish you could go back to having rehearsals every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday instead.
That’s the way things go. Packed schedules are inevitable. You might as well get used to it, because the planner will be overflowing for years to come.
At least you can’t say that life is boring.