A role model?

Jan 11, 2007 21:37

Hmm...This is getting to be quite disturbing.

So many parents at TKD are going up to the Master and saying "Oh, I want my son/daughter to be just like Instructor Stephen". ...You mean you want your kid to be a snarky military dandelion who only respects as much as he is respected? Seriously, I'm not that good a person. Sure, I'm fast and my kicks are strong, but that doesn't make me best. I'm not comparing myself to competition-goers. I'm comparing myself to myself. I'll only be the best in my own mind when I have achieved perfection. And perfection in martial arts is unattainable in this world. So because of my views, I think of myself as a martial artist with a decent amount of skill, but I prevent myself from becoming arrogant.

WHAT I HATE MOST ARE THOSE SNARKY WHITE BELTS WHO STILL WHISPER DURING MEDITATION AND THINK THAT I CAN'T HEAR THEM. I'm pretty close to a ninja at times. Those kids whisper so loud that even with my eyes closed I could have jumped up and kicked them from several feet away...

(3 minutes before class)

Instructor Stephen: Ok, everybody kneel down for meditation!
(The class kneels down, Stephen lowers his eyes to the floor to make it look like his eyes are closed, but he's really staring at the ground and using his peripheral vision to watch the naughty snarkies).

Purnaesh (Snarky White Belt 1): Instructor Stephen didn't say we couldn't practice our kicks during this time.

Rahul (Snarky White Belt 2): Tee hee hee. (They start preparing to move, when):

Instructor Stephen: Be patient. Class will start in a few minutes.
(and, as Rcher has the inner Stephanie): CHA! YOU GOT OWNED FROOBS!

I really, REALLY hope no one turns out like me. That person will be so messed up in the head, yet so incredibly ninja-like. I also am very intimidating I have been told. I heard people talking behind my back. All I had to say was, "Hey. I don't appreciate it." Am I really that scary?

By the way, I mutter to myself because the muttering CEMENTS the thoughts. If I think inside my head, a thought is a passing fancy. By speaking it aloud, it becomes an entirely new viewpoint to look at. AND I ARGUE WITH MYSELF ABOUT EVERYTHING. You'd be surprised.

So...while I don't like the snarky white belts, I have to admit that I, myself, am often a snarky student in school. I freely irritate the Pricky in class (though I never go too far, I can sense when a mood swing is coming and hence shut up before he goes emo on me), I ignore the German teacher's assignments (she had it coming, she's been on my case for one and a half years now), and... I don't respect Flippy. Seriously, part of me (I'm guessing the warrior) tells me that he's really wise and deserves respect. But the student part tells me he's an old fart out to fail everyone just to make our lives miserable. It also doesn't help that he goes around with quizzes telling people to do better.

ARGH, 0 time to finish the screenplay, sorry guys :'O. I have a physics quiz which I'm already screwed with, a huge math midterm review, Frankenstein (thank you spark notes!), and language stuffs to take care of. All in all, screenplay is not getting done yet. Hopefully sometime over the weekend I'll finish it and use my "HTML-no-jutsu" and post it here.

Black mage. Tee hee.

And a special note for Lia: Any mention of chalk, striptease, or anything like that will result in Rcher quoting that guy from Pirates of the Carribean. Need I say more? You know, the guy who walks up to ELizabeth in the closet and says...
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