"I can't count when I kihap."
Class today (and this week) has been... interesting. To the point where Master Paul's was teasing me today, saying, "Hopefully we know where our limbs are today." My proprioception has been off for the past few days, which has led to me hitting Robert in the nose (very, very lightly), kicking Master Paul in both elbows, and otherwise failing at 'no contact' anything.
R. had to travel to a funeral, so he wasn't in class yesterday or today. I thought (and sort of hoped) this might mean I would be the only one there, and possibly get to practice with the joong bong again, but sadly, it was not to be. Yesterday D. was there, and today we had Mister Sean 'I can't count when I kihap' H., as well as D., although she only participated in part of class. More on that later.
Seriously, warm-ups run by someone who says, "I can't count when I kihap" get interesting. You tend to end up doing things eleven times. Finally I just started counting and telling him when we were done. *headdesk*
This was after last night, when we were doing circuit training, doing one minute rounds, and whoever was closest to the clock was supposed to give a 30 second warning, 10 seconds, and end... and we discovered that D. can't actually read a clock. Like, at all. She called 30 seconds after 15, and I ended up doing it after that because otherwise... yeah. The second time, when I told her to start when the little hand got to the twelve, it went better, but geez! What are they teaching kids in school these days?
My hips hurt, but then, we did a set of kicking drills from hell the last two days. The first one involves kicking over a stack of shield targets, doing both roundhouse and side kicks, which means you have to make sure you have good form or you'll knock them over. Now, we had the choice of how many targets to kick over, but honestly, if I'd done less than three it would have been kind of pathetic. Then there was the one that really hurts. You hold on to a partner's hand (for balance) and then you do 5-10 kicks - without ever putting your foot down. This is not easy, no matter how Master Paul makes it look.
We did self-defense practice in both classes, which was the part of the class that D. participated in today. The rest of the time she was in the office, reading something. I have no idea. I guess there must be some reason that her mom can't pick her up on time, so Master Paul lets her stay, but... yeah.
It gets a little bit frustrating, being in the adult class and frequently having kids there. It means time spent waiting for them to stop giggling, for one thing, and it tends to mean that the pace is slower and, for lack of a better word, dumbed down.
I know that in
tryslora's school, you're an "adult" once you hit age 12. I'm not sure I agree with that. Size-wise, by that point, it's true that they're probably going to be better off in a class with adults, but maturity-wise, sometimes it's really not a good match. I don't object to having fun in class and laughing sometimes, but when everything sets off a giggle fit, it gets sort of tiresome.
Of course, the fact that I am horribly PMS-y may be contributing to these feelings of disgruntlement, but really, it would have been nice to have a class where things didn't have to be explained multiple times.
On the plus side, I learned the rest of my form. Now I just have to really get it set in my head (and my body). I still have no love for walking stance.
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R. had to travel to a funeral, so he wasn't in class yesterday or today. I thought (and sort of hoped) this might mean I would be the only one there, and possibly get to practice with the joong bong again, but sadly, it was not to be. Yesterday D. was there, and today we had Mister Sean 'I can't count when I kihap' H., as well as D., although she only participated in part of class. More on that later.
Seriously, warm-ups run by someone who says, "I can't count when I kihap" get interesting. You tend to end up doing things eleven times. Finally I just started counting and telling him when we were done. *headdesk*
This was after last night, when we were doing circuit training, doing one minute rounds, and whoever was closest to the clock was supposed to give a 30 second warning, 10 seconds, and end... and we discovered that D. can't actually read a clock. Like, at all. She called 30 seconds after 15, and I ended up doing it after that because otherwise... yeah. The second time, when I told her to start when the little hand got to the twelve, it went better, but geez! What are they teaching kids in school these days?
My hips hurt, but then, we did a set of kicking drills from hell the last two days. The first one involves kicking over a stack of shield targets, doing both roundhouse and side kicks, which means you have to make sure you have good form or you'll knock them over. Now, we had the choice of how many targets to kick over, but honestly, if I'd done less than three it would have been kind of pathetic. Then there was the one that really hurts. You hold on to a partner's hand (for balance) and then you do 5-10 kicks - without ever putting your foot down. This is not easy, no matter how Master Paul makes it look.
We did self-defense practice in both classes, which was the part of the class that D. participated in today. The rest of the time she was in the office, reading something. I have no idea. I guess there must be some reason that her mom can't pick her up on time, so Master Paul lets her stay, but... yeah.
It gets a little bit frustrating, being in the adult class and frequently having kids there. It means time spent waiting for them to stop giggling, for one thing, and it tends to mean that the pace is slower and, for lack of a better word, dumbed down.
I know that in
tryslora's school, you're an "adult" once you hit age 12. I'm not sure I agree with that. Size-wise, by that point, it's true that they're probably going to be better off in a class with adults, but maturity-wise, sometimes it's really not a good match. I don't object to having fun in class and laughing sometimes, but when everything sets off a giggle fit, it gets sort of tiresome.
Of course, the fact that I am horribly PMS-y may be contributing to these feelings of disgruntlement, but really, it would have been nice to have a class where things didn't have to be explained multiple times.
On the plus side, I learned the rest of my form. Now I just have to really get it set in my head (and my body). I still have no love for walking stance.
This entry was originally posted at http://eternaleponine.dreamwidth.org/5610.html. Comments can be left on either site.