A Series of Hilarious Events
Yesterday full of folly.
As you know I biked to work (biked today too!) and even made pretty good time on my way home. After almost 9 hours of working and a cycling commute, I drove half an hour to karate.
I don't usually go to Manchester on Mondays, but I was covering classes for other teachers who aren't available. Read: It's not my normal class. Help was needed, I was there.
Now before I explain this next part, you need to understand a little bit about karate. When you're learning a self defense technique, you practice and your partner does nothing to stop you. Eventually however, your partner should resist and simulate what would really happen.
Mr. McKenzie was demonstrating this, and I was assisting. I'd gotten there early and was working with the black belt prep. class. It was a knife technique. Mr. McKenzie was emphasizing having a good hold on the attackers knife hand.
And that's when I cut his uniform open by mistake. I wasn't even holding a knife. I pulled my arm free to demonstrate and caught his uniform and ripped it open: the strap broke. It even made a noise. Everybody laughed at my inevitable demise. I bowed my head and waited for death, but it didn't come.
Though my life hung in the balance, I had two great classes after*. Some time during the beginner class I managed to cuff Mr. McKenzie in the ear. Fate sealed, I resigned to my doom:
Sometime later, Mr. McKenzie asked me to work out after class. Like a horror film where the main character descends into a dark basement, I agreed.
Astonishingly, I survived. Though I did bring the uniform to be fixed by my amazing aunt.
We compared notes on one of the advanced techniques, then she let me borrow her clarinet. I even made it play a note! and got splinters in my lip.
*problem children aside. zomg he tried to HIT a KARATE TEACHER. hi black belt? bad idea.
As you know I biked to work (biked today too!) and even made pretty good time on my way home. After almost 9 hours of working and a cycling commute, I drove half an hour to karate.
I don't usually go to Manchester on Mondays, but I was covering classes for other teachers who aren't available. Read: It's not my normal class. Help was needed, I was there.
Now before I explain this next part, you need to understand a little bit about karate. When you're learning a self defense technique, you practice and your partner does nothing to stop you. Eventually however, your partner should resist and simulate what would really happen.
Mr. McKenzie was demonstrating this, and I was assisting. I'd gotten there early and was working with the black belt prep. class. It was a knife technique. Mr. McKenzie was emphasizing having a good hold on the attackers knife hand.
And that's when I cut his uniform open by mistake. I wasn't even holding a knife. I pulled my arm free to demonstrate and caught his uniform and ripped it open: the strap broke. It even made a noise. Everybody laughed at my inevitable demise. I bowed my head and waited for death, but it didn't come.
Though my life hung in the balance, I had two great classes after*. Some time during the beginner class I managed to cuff Mr. McKenzie in the ear. Fate sealed, I resigned to my doom:
Sometime later, Mr. McKenzie asked me to work out after class. Like a horror film where the main character descends into a dark basement, I agreed.
Astonishingly, I survived. Though I did bring the uniform to be fixed by my amazing aunt.
We compared notes on one of the advanced techniques, then she let me borrow her clarinet. I even made it play a note! and got splinters in my lip.
*problem children aside. zomg he tried to HIT a KARATE TEACHER. hi black belt? bad idea.