First Day With A Black Belt
I reached inside my gym bag with it’s signature Tang Soo Do fist at either end and pulled out my brand new Black Belt. I rolled it around in my hands a little and told the guys in the changing room that this was the first time.
Their response, “man I would have worn that around the house, “ and “I would have worn that naked around the house”. Good men all.
Teacher called me Sensei Tater at one point to which I ducked my head. I really don’t feel like I’m a Sensei, since such a large part of the class has been there for awhile and know my good and bad points intimately. Still, I can see where the change in thinking and pride in my accomplishment has started taking place. At my wife’s birthday party I was doing falls to rolling standups in the front lawn while delivering drinks and then teaching folks how to do come-along wrist and should locks. What a dork I am.
I spent most of the class working with our newest and youngest student trying to get her up to speed on the basics. We might be a bit beyond her skill acquisition level, but I’ll have to let Teacher figure that out. I’m not sure what he does to decide if they go into adult or youth class, but folks like this gal fall right on the line.
In a moment of insanity about a month or so ago I told Teacher that I’d be willing to take the class for the month of September while he’s out of town. I feel somewhat sorry for the class since they are going to see me learning to teach all over again. Tough on me and tough on them. I’ll probably start to relax by the time Teacher gets back.