On Monday I had a really terrible day, I was working on this letter to get into Bryn Mawr, I was behind on two benchmarks that were due that day which I didn't even have halfway done, and had only slept an hour the night before, I was rejected from Swarthmore, my older brother ran away and I'd been having really bad nightmares the whole weekend.
I went home in a mostly terrible mindset all ready to get to work and stay up really late that night to in order to get my work done even if it meant I wouldn't sleep at all that night... again. But when I got home my friend Dan was over who is a drum player and his friend Steve was there too who plays EVI. When I opened the door I guess I looked tired, in fact I know I did because a lot of people asked me if I got punched in the eyes or something cause they were really red and baggy from not sleeping. So when I walked into the kitchen Dan took my jacket and bag for me and told me to sit down. Then him and Steve turned their chairs so they faced me and gave me a really serious look like I had done something wrong or something. "Freda... it's been decided that you're too damn stressed, so you're going to call anyone you know who plays an instrument, we're going to play music for the next 4 hours, and then you're going to go to bed."
I tried to tell him about the benchmarks I had do and the college things I had to deal with and that if I even had any free time it should be used to work on my benchmarks. "Freda... if you were a slacker I'd agree with you, but the reason people work hard all the time, is so that when they need a break, they can take one and know that it is justified and good for them and they don't have to feel bad about it because they know they work their asses off."
So I called Lonnie who brought over his bongos and bass guitar and saxophone. Then I called my friend Mokhtar who plays tabla and my friend Chazz who plays guitar and harmonica and we had a lot of fun and goofed off and came up with stupid lyrics. And even though none of our instruments really went together... we made it work and we had a lot of fun. Then after 4 hours Dan told everyone to go home and then told me to go to bed, in fact he put the toothpaste on my toothbrush... and I did. It was one of the best decision anyone's made for me in my life. :D