Measure of Control
I went to karate last night (Thursday) with my sister Cassie. I am learning a kata called Tiger Set. Well, it's pretty new to me... and usually I take awhile to absorb new material. For some lame reason Mr Baker was rushing through the material like he was in a hurry to get it over with. Then after he was done "teaching" it to me... he asked me to do what I had learned in front of everyone else. I did the stuff that I had learned last week just fine, but then I got up to the newer stuff that he had just barely taught me and just got stuck. I stood there like an idiot... and told him flat out I didn't know the rest yet. He attempted to rush me through it again... to no avail. Thank goodness tip testing isn't for another three weeks, because if it were sooner I would fail miserably.
So... curious as to why he was in such a hurry? He wanted to work on a stupid drill. One that we have done a million times in class, that no one likes and no one really does very well. It's without any protective gear on too. So... I got stuck partnered with Annie (aka the chick who for some reason wants to make my life a living hell in class by causing me pain and suffering via her stupidity.) She attacks. The instructions were very specific. GO SLOW! Slow is controlled and control is how we perfect ourselves. So what does she do... she's not going slow and she is not punching out to the side (which is what we do to avoid accidental face contact). I block and flinch away a couple times at some near misses, and she reassures me that she's not going to hit me. I don't trust her not to hit me (honestly I don't trust any of the newer class people not to be idiots. My sister, Laney, the blackbelts and the teachers are really the only people that I would trust not to hurt me.) The very next punch and I pull back as her knuckles grazed my nose. I mean wtf... she doesn't get it. I was so pissed. She giggled after she realized what had happened. I mean she's a lot bigger than me... both taller and heavier and if she had gotten just a little closer with as hard as she had been hitting she could have busted my nose. I wish I could complain or something, but I don't think it would do any good. We have too many people who don't listen in class atm and not enough cool people to make up for them.
On a good note I got my new gi pants. They look super nice and have a pocket! The brushed cotton is sooo soft. ^_^
So... curious as to why he was in such a hurry? He wanted to work on a stupid drill. One that we have done a million times in class, that no one likes and no one really does very well. It's without any protective gear on too. So... I got stuck partnered with Annie (aka the chick who for some reason wants to make my life a living hell in class by causing me pain and suffering via her stupidity.) She attacks. The instructions were very specific. GO SLOW! Slow is controlled and control is how we perfect ourselves. So what does she do... she's not going slow and she is not punching out to the side (which is what we do to avoid accidental face contact). I block and flinch away a couple times at some near misses, and she reassures me that she's not going to hit me. I don't trust her not to hit me (honestly I don't trust any of the newer class people not to be idiots. My sister, Laney, the blackbelts and the teachers are really the only people that I would trust not to hurt me.) The very next punch and I pull back as her knuckles grazed my nose. I mean wtf... she doesn't get it. I was so pissed. She giggled after she realized what had happened. I mean she's a lot bigger than me... both taller and heavier and if she had gotten just a little closer with as hard as she had been hitting she could have busted my nose. I wish I could complain or something, but I don't think it would do any good. We have too many people who don't listen in class atm and not enough cool people to make up for them.
On a good note I got my new gi pants. They look super nice and have a pocket! The brushed cotton is sooo soft. ^_^