Your schedule leaves you a fair number of hours in each day whose objectives are up to you. In such time as you have free after eating too much and sleeping too long (at least, so say the distant voices of your parents), you primarily dedicate your time to:
Such time as you don't spend performing, you devote yourself to preparing for the next performance. As the days go by in your artistic seclusion, you know there are opportunities to build friendships and more that you're not taking the fullest advantage of, so focused are you on technique. Brute, too, often hoots and whines at you for more attention than you're prepared to give. [-Brute]
But you console yourself that you're challenged and refreshed by every practice session, and note with satisfaction that after the end of several weeks: