...and it's straight out of a Ned's Declassified episode (no, I'm serious there actually was an episode almost exactly like this).
I can't seem to say no. Whenever an opportunity to involve myself comes up, I invariably take it. This past weekend, I had rehearsal for the next show I'm doing on Saturday morning, a band practice early Saturday afternoon, a performance of the show I was working on at the time Saturday evening, another band practice Sunday afternoon, a gig Sunday night on top of homework that included the compare and contrast essay from this class, AP Lang.
Now, individually I have no issue with any of these things. I love theater, I love playing music and I'm really enjoying AP Lang. However, when they combine to completely pack my weekend (especially when that weekend comes just after New Years' Eve, a 48-hour period that completely exhausted me), there starts to be a bit of an issue. I collapsed into bed on Sunday night, completely worn out and not having done two subjects worth of homework.
But I just can't say no. It's such a powerfully exclusive word that I can't bring myself to say it. I so desperately want to get the most I can possibly get out of life that I avoid that word like the plague. The problem is, it's not the plague that's killing me. It's exhaustion.
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