Bookworm

Why I'm Quitting Piano

I told my parents a couple weeks ago that I wanted to quit
piano. Their reaction? 'Linzi, so soon? You can't quit! We
haven't even heard you plaaaay . . . ' They sounded like
fucking 3-year-olds.
It's not that I don't like piano ((I don't, but that's not the
point)), I just don't have TIME for it. School is a full-time job. I
know they wouldn't understand - their homework probably consisted of
chiseling the alphabet into slabs of stone - but I'm so stressed out
that I don't have time for ME. My average day:
5:00-6:30 wake up, finish homework
6:30-7:15 - get dresed, brush teeth
7:15-7:30 - ugh. Ride the bus (it smells in there!)
7:30-8:15 - read
8:15-3:00 - school
3:00-3:30 - (Why does it take longer to get home than it
does to get there?) bus again
3:30 - get home, get a snack, check email, take a nap
because I'm exhausted from getting up so early
5:30 - wake up to the pleasant sound of my parents yelling
at me that dinner's ready, and I shouldn't take naps during
the day, it'll ruin my sleeping pattern (HA! What pattern?)
5:30-6:30 - dinner
6:30-7:00 - shower
7:00-8:30 - homework
8:30 - throw books on the floor and crawl under the covers
to sleep.
Repeat until summer vacation

You see? Do you see ANY spare time for piano? Didn't think
so.
My piano recital is on the 3rd, and I have to know what
piece I'm going to play by the 24th. I don't want to touch
my piano until the absolute latest minute I have to. I hate
practicing. I only play for the fifteen minutes before my
practice, if you must know. It's worked. But I don't WANT
to play piano anymore. It's boring, it's tedious, and I'm
no good at it. And I was the one that suggested that I get
into it, too. ~groans~ I swear I was smoking something that
day.
And that, my dear parental units, is the reason I want to
quit piano.