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Well, anyway, I have just earned my permision to test for my recommended black-belt. Before each new testing, we have to prove that we have learned enough to not be an embarassment to the school. One week later, the exact same thing occurs, with the same instruction and movement; only with a different reward. Now instead of the little white slip of paper that tells us how much money we owe, (the reccomended black belt is pricey!!) a nice green peice of tape is added to the loose ends of the belt.
I’ve never failed a testing, so I’m pretty confident that this time will be no exception. Also there’s the incentive that, if I do pas, the belt looks cool. The red senior (which I have now) is red, with a thin strip of black running down the middle. Reccomended black belt, however, is half black; half red and notoriously much longer.
It is widely known that I am not a fan of the two-month testing cycle; thinking that it’s much too short to really let the new information sink in. However, the school benefits from the change financially, so I doubt that they will be switching to a more traditional method any time soon. After two months, even the most dim-witted of students have memorized the form (or something that slightly resembles it) no matter how sloppily it is preformed. I do not pretend to be the ATA’s star, although I know I’ve got some natural; now refined skill.
Speaking of which, the true star is a girl whose name shall remain, for security purposes, ‘Becky’. She joined the school at yellow belt, after leaving her Karate doujo. We were friends; I think that my overly-butterfly-ish may have been too much of a contrast to her cold and stoic nature. Personality wise, I think her character much resembles that of Yukishiro Tomoe from Rurouni Kenshin. The same graceful air, the very rare smile, the secretive burden; too be quite frank, there are a lot of ’sweatdrop’ moments when she’s around. Anyway, back then, I distinctively remember easily thwaping her on the sparring field. The next day, she returned with a different look in her eye, and blew me out of the water. My head felt as if it had been mistaken for a pink-pong ball, which is a more accurate description than I would like to admit.
Later, when my senses cleared and the world stopped spinning, I learned that she was now taking private lessons… from the master.
For a jealous rant, I will say that I was, at age eleven, granted a scholarship for a more difficult, yet enriching program. Apparently, my master had hopes that I would someday make the school shine by showing up at the world championships. However, when I remained much more focused on beating the crap out of ‘Becky’, than competing, I think they lost hope. Instead, guess who got the attention?
*Sigh* It was enevitable.. but well… the wounds are still fresh. A few days ago, ‘Becky’ was chosen to demonstrate an excersize we were to preform. Her foot was extended in the position of a side-kick, and she just held it there… a good six inches over her head. We are exactly the same height, but my leg refused to go any higher than chest-level after being held out for thirty seconds.
I was sore the next day. ‘Becky’ Skipped a belt, bringing her two steps ahead of me when we had always been evenly ranked.
However, a side from the constant dissapointment that competing with ‘Becky’ brings, I did seem to improve in my own way. Among the brown/red belts, it is known well that I can crush anyone other than ‘Becky’. At the few tournaments that I do attend, it always comes as a shock when I thwop the first person; five points to nothing. It seems that I forget just how good I am. Being second for two years has that effect.
The tides are changing, I know. Last sparring match, I proudly scored a good three head shots, giving ‘Becky’ the first defeat she has suffered since her parents signed her up for tutoring.
Cha!
I know full well that this post was majorly bragging, but I need some kind of outlet! Just think, the joy of finally conquering your life-long (well, not quite) rival/friend….
Eeeekkkkk!!!