Like my friend Percy Jackson says, I don't recognize a deadline until it's slapping me in the face.
For example, January - March of my sophomore year in high school, I was feeling particularly bombarded with all the things on my piano-playing plate. I was rehearsal accompanist for our school's musical, Jane Eyre, which required my attendance at rehearsal 6 days a week; and I had Federation and A.I.M. (2 piano competitions) to prepare for at the exact same time.
I found myself quite enjoying my time with Jane Eyre (though it was stressful), whilst overlooking my other practicing most of the time. In my mind, 3 to 4 hours a day with a whip-cracking director standing over my shoulder was enough piano for me. I recall telling myself:
"Oh, I still have 6 weeks to memorize these songs. I'm fine."
"... I still have a month, no worries."
"... I've got 3 weeks. No sweat!"
"... Umm, I have a week and a half.... CRAP!"
I then began scrounging up all my free time to memorize as fast as I could. I was always dashing off to practice rooms during lunch, driving up to the church in the wee hours of the morning (so I wouldn't wake my family with my thunderings on the keys) and so on. I worked extremely hard for that week and a half.
Sadly, I didn't get such great results. And I really, really regretted it. Though I had practiced my little heart out for that week and a half, I realize now (and probably realized then) that it's really not possible to memorize 2 songs in that short of a time.
Well, here I am again, being presented with a deadline. Luckily this time I don't have any last minute frantic preparations, nor is any rushing or dashing off necessary. But in a mere 9 hours, I will be crawling out of bed to drag my feet back into the classroom; and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. When I was told we would have a month away from school, I looked forward to how wonderfully long it was going to be. I'm telling you, they had me fooled. It went by so quick I don't even know where it went. But here is the deadline; it came out of nowhere; and it's slapping me in the face.
Here we go, round 2! Wish me luck!