Yellow Belt testing today! Ack! Oh well. It shan't be that bad, I'm sure. I hope. Good luck, Savannah and Devin! And me! :-)
Also will be going to the dentist later this morning-joy. Pray I make it out alive. I may not. I could be impaled by one of those wicked wire poker thingys that they just adore jabbing into my gums. "Does this hurt? You need to brush more!" "Duh, it hurts, and it wouldn't hurt if you would quit jabbing it!". Sigh. They love that wire poker thingy. I can tell their faces just light up when they get to jam it into my mouth, and the delicate gum tissue. Dentists are evil and morbid.
I'll update later how the yellow belt testing went!
Update:
I am alive!
First with the dentist appointment:
Well. That was painful. It was actually an orthodontist appointment (yes, yes, I have braces. Yes, yes, most people have finished with braces by this time, but my teeth were late bloomers, okay?). Ouch. Well, they decided that my front teeth were finally straight enough that they could move the band-anchor-things to the very back molars. Well, those molars are bizarrely short (my mouth is convinced it has to be special and not cooperate), so, due to the fact the bands are about half an inch thick (exaggerated, but not by much), I got the privilege of having them pounded into my gums! Wasn't that fun! The joyous feeling of having unrelenting cold steel being shoved between your teeth and poor, innocent gums by a dentist who obviously doesn't understand personal space as she pries your mouth open and peers into the deep expanse of (in my case) blood that is your bleeding gums. The tray where she laid the torture instruments looked like something out of a horror movie- splattered with scarlet blood, with rusty looking instruments (or maybe that was just more of my precious blood that was making them look rusty). Sigh.
Karate was... slightly less painful. After being commanded to do 15 minutes straight of jumping jacks (and saying "I can't feel my legs, Sensei" didn't get you out of it, either), we were requested to do 300 pushups, 300 V-Ups, and 300 squat-kicks. Utter joy. I think I got up to 200 (pathetic) pushups, 80 (horrific) V-Ups, and about 20 (tear-your-hair-out-and-cry awful) squat kicks. About half ways through, me and the other girls were summoned up to the front to do... Heian Shodan? Not sure on the spelling. Karate people, feel free to correct me. Anyways, that one kata that I'm not very good at! Well, after dying a little inside after they said it, I pushed through, throwing in obscenely poorly executed punches, sloppy high blocks, and a back-stance that I'm sure caused cringes. It was pitiful. I went back to the line of sweaty, ruddy faced kids doing pushups and V-Ups and squat-kicks looking forward to them asking us to return for Takiyoku Shodan (again, correct me) in hopes that I would be able to redeem myself. Guess what. They didn't have us to Takiyoku Shodan. Typical.
Oh well, I still passed, to my surprise and delight. I was so relieved. I mean really, how humiliating would it be to be the only person who didn't pass and had to do it again with the 3 people who didn't test that day? That's a punishment worse than push-ups!
-EQ and Spirit saying goodbye
Also will be going to the dentist later this morning-joy. Pray I make it out alive. I may not. I could be impaled by one of those wicked wire poker thingys that they just adore jabbing into my gums. "Does this hurt? You need to brush more!" "Duh, it hurts, and it wouldn't hurt if you would quit jabbing it!". Sigh. They love that wire poker thingy. I can tell their faces just light up when they get to jam it into my mouth, and the delicate gum tissue. Dentists are evil and morbid.
I'll update later how the yellow belt testing went!
Update:
I am alive!
First with the dentist appointment:
Well. That was painful. It was actually an orthodontist appointment (yes, yes, I have braces. Yes, yes, most people have finished with braces by this time, but my teeth were late bloomers, okay?). Ouch. Well, they decided that my front teeth were finally straight enough that they could move the band-anchor-things to the very back molars. Well, those molars are bizarrely short (my mouth is convinced it has to be special and not cooperate), so, due to the fact the bands are about half an inch thick (exaggerated, but not by much), I got the privilege of having them pounded into my gums! Wasn't that fun! The joyous feeling of having unrelenting cold steel being shoved between your teeth and poor, innocent gums by a dentist who obviously doesn't understand personal space as she pries your mouth open and peers into the deep expanse of (in my case) blood that is your bleeding gums. The tray where she laid the torture instruments looked like something out of a horror movie- splattered with scarlet blood, with rusty looking instruments (or maybe that was just more of my precious blood that was making them look rusty). Sigh.
Karate was... slightly less painful. After being commanded to do 15 minutes straight of jumping jacks (and saying "I can't feel my legs, Sensei" didn't get you out of it, either), we were requested to do 300 pushups, 300 V-Ups, and 300 squat-kicks. Utter joy. I think I got up to 200 (pathetic) pushups, 80 (horrific) V-Ups, and about 20 (tear-your-hair-out-and-cry awful) squat kicks. About half ways through, me and the other girls were summoned up to the front to do... Heian Shodan? Not sure on the spelling. Karate people, feel free to correct me. Anyways, that one kata that I'm not very good at! Well, after dying a little inside after they said it, I pushed through, throwing in obscenely poorly executed punches, sloppy high blocks, and a back-stance that I'm sure caused cringes. It was pitiful. I went back to the line of sweaty, ruddy faced kids doing pushups and V-Ups and squat-kicks looking forward to them asking us to return for Takiyoku Shodan (again, correct me) in hopes that I would be able to redeem myself. Guess what. They didn't have us to Takiyoku Shodan. Typical.
Oh well, I still passed, to my surprise and delight. I was so relieved. I mean really, how humiliating would it be to be the only person who didn't pass and had to do it again with the 3 people who didn't test that day? That's a punishment worse than push-ups!
-EQ and Spirit saying goodbye
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