There may be the primaries on, but I'm watching kata. I'm drilling empi for the tournament just three days away. It's good that I don't have school, and I can drill it outside because it's so nice out. It's not good trying to correct all the problems I have with it, and the only comments I'm really getting is "it's coming".
I had a dream that I did a sai version of Honto instead of the sai kata Head Sensei wanted me to do and won. I liked that dream, so I tried practicing it. Problem is though it looks like shit, so I abandon it....must get empi ready. That's my goal.
As far as sparring goes, I am just going to commit to it and watch my leaning. That's the best I can do.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Head Sensei, meet Batta's parents....
So far, things have been pretty uneventful- that is to say, uneventful despite my growing anger at the situation of school. But I digress- I refuse to harbor negativity here that I haven't already spit out to Batta a hundred times before.
The whole school is being redone. New floor has been put in. It's those wood panellings that snap together like tinker toys. Looks beautiful, but it's a death trap. Sword kata on your knees kills, and kids are already falling over like dominos during sparring. A moment of silence though, for my dear old arch nemesis, the giant crater in the middle of the ceramic floor. May you never turn my ankle again *TAPS*. By Wednesday, there will be floor cushions in place of the other half of the floor. No more putting down those shitty mats. Ah, and I remember when we first bought those yellow vinyl crapscicles.
Owl has resurfaced at our school- why, I don't know. My guess is, he doesn't want to be a white belt at another school again. He's having too much fun being the big (stinky) cheese. He made an off-hand comment about how he can give us (Batta and I) pushups. I said, "No, you can't." and gave him the death stare. I have learned this ancient technique from Head Sensei and the Benevolent Matriarch/Dictator. It keeps the kids in line without so much as a word, yet makes them pee their pants. Stupid Owl. Oh, and Owl's little brother whom I will call Little Hoot is a purple belt who can't tie his belt on still. *Bangs head on wall*
So this weekend was the end of finals at chiro. school, and Batta's parents came up to help him move into his new house before he goes home for the break. We thought it'd be funny to drag them to class and watch as I threw Batta from one end of the dojo to the other. We were worried Mother Batta would be bored, but she enjoyed it. She even giggled out loud when Head Sensei hit him with a goshinken stick. Thanks to them showing up, it was probably one of the best classes I've had in a while.
The whole school is being redone. New floor has been put in. It's those wood panellings that snap together like tinker toys. Looks beautiful, but it's a death trap. Sword kata on your knees kills, and kids are already falling over like dominos during sparring. A moment of silence though, for my dear old arch nemesis, the giant crater in the middle of the ceramic floor. May you never turn my ankle again *TAPS*. By Wednesday, there will be floor cushions in place of the other half of the floor. No more putting down those shitty mats. Ah, and I remember when we first bought those yellow vinyl crapscicles.
Owl has resurfaced at our school- why, I don't know. My guess is, he doesn't want to be a white belt at another school again. He's having too much fun being the big (stinky) cheese. He made an off-hand comment about how he can give us (Batta and I) pushups. I said, "No, you can't." and gave him the death stare. I have learned this ancient technique from Head Sensei and the Benevolent Matriarch/Dictator. It keeps the kids in line without so much as a word, yet makes them pee their pants. Stupid Owl. Oh, and Owl's little brother whom I will call Little Hoot is a purple belt who can't tie his belt on still. *Bangs head on wall*
So this weekend was the end of finals at chiro. school, and Batta's parents came up to help him move into his new house before he goes home for the break. We thought it'd be funny to drag them to class and watch as I threw Batta from one end of the dojo to the other. We were worried Mother Batta would be bored, but she enjoyed it. She even giggled out loud when Head Sensei hit him with a goshinken stick. Thanks to them showing up, it was probably one of the best classes I've had in a while.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tournament troubles...as always
Amongst the trials of two weeks of finals- which have depleted our sanity, health, and root beer- Batta and I have been subjected to the annual crapfest that is preparing for the tournament. Once again, the little kids who monpolize time anyway are given special attention, in which head sensei teaches katas way too hard for ten year olds to comprehend. Wheezy kid has a tonfa kata- *sigh* - he's still about 4'7" and can barely hold them, let alone can do the sai kata he should be doing. Oh, and....I wonder if someone's gonna tell him to take the stickers off of them.
There's so many reason I hate the tournament- takes away instruction time, takes too long, I usually have to do it, etc. Blah blah blah. But the one thing I hate the most is taking my refined katas to the tournament only to realize you are in the same division as some professional whose katas are so hard he/she can do a shit job and still win. ARGH! But of course, Head Sensei talks me into doing it every year, and I suppose this year is no different. I only wish Batta could come, but he will be away.
I HATE SPARRING. I can't fathom how the rules for point sparring teaches you everything except how to cheat the rules to your advantage. There's nothing worse than a Tae Kwon Do professional white belt doing shitty pump kicks to try to push you out of the ring, or those people that push the boundaries of "no contact" *laugh* by drilling you in the face and acting like it was an accident. We've been sparring a lot recently (thanks, Batta) and I have a couple of choice bruises to show for it. We wished we sparred more frequently, instead of doing a ton of it just before the tourney. It is pretty much a guarantee even time we do, that someone ends up getting hurt. This time is was Tank's kid. Oh well, Darwinism.
I can't really understand if participating in this tourney every year is doing me any good. It certainly won't get me ranked any faster, or hold any promise of shiny medals and more confidence. I suppose I do it out of boredom. I must go to school out of boredom, too. Rats.
There's so many reason I hate the tournament- takes away instruction time, takes too long, I usually have to do it, etc. Blah blah blah. But the one thing I hate the most is taking my refined katas to the tournament only to realize you are in the same division as some professional whose katas are so hard he/she can do a shit job and still win. ARGH! But of course, Head Sensei talks me into doing it every year, and I suppose this year is no different. I only wish Batta could come, but he will be away.
I HATE SPARRING. I can't fathom how the rules for point sparring teaches you everything except how to cheat the rules to your advantage. There's nothing worse than a Tae Kwon Do professional white belt doing shitty pump kicks to try to push you out of the ring, or those people that push the boundaries of "no contact" *laugh* by drilling you in the face and acting like it was an accident. We've been sparring a lot recently (thanks, Batta) and I have a couple of choice bruises to show for it. We wished we sparred more frequently, instead of doing a ton of it just before the tourney. It is pretty much a guarantee even time we do, that someone ends up getting hurt. This time is was Tank's kid. Oh well, Darwinism.
I can't really understand if participating in this tourney every year is doing me any good. It certainly won't get me ranked any faster, or hold any promise of shiny medals and more confidence. I suppose I do it out of boredom. I must go to school out of boredom, too. Rats.
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