Kembudo-Kai Kempoka
Senior Master
My niece just tested for her BB in TKD today. (YAAYY Reb!).
But, man, have things changed. It was a school test, all the way from newbies, to BB's going for their next grade. The basics were horrible, and the board breaking was set up such that uncoordinated 8 year olds were blasting through them like styrofoam.
So much was done poorly, that the entire crowd present would break in to loud applause when someone managed to do something well. (except my niece, who was flawless, of course). They kinda got the exception/rule things turned all topsy turvy on itself. It saddened me to be in a room of so many cracker-jack box black belts...I don't think a one of them could have fought to save their lives, yet they managed to be very self-congratulatory.
I feel like I have an obligation to take her out of the cream puff factory, and get her started on something with more beef in it, but I can't figure out how to do it without diminishing the internal value her accomplihment has for her. May not ever be able to get there. But it really made me wonder...is that really yhe quality of what's being offered to the paying public? I think I'd rather stick my head back in the ostrich hole, and reminesce about the good ole days with some of the old salts that remember cracking timber the hard way.
Mixed emotions,
D.
But, man, have things changed. It was a school test, all the way from newbies, to BB's going for their next grade. The basics were horrible, and the board breaking was set up such that uncoordinated 8 year olds were blasting through them like styrofoam.
So much was done poorly, that the entire crowd present would break in to loud applause when someone managed to do something well. (except my niece, who was flawless, of course). They kinda got the exception/rule things turned all topsy turvy on itself. It saddened me to be in a room of so many cracker-jack box black belts...I don't think a one of them could have fought to save their lives, yet they managed to be very self-congratulatory.
I feel like I have an obligation to take her out of the cream puff factory, and get her started on something with more beef in it, but I can't figure out how to do it without diminishing the internal value her accomplihment has for her. May not ever be able to get there. But it really made me wonder...is that really yhe quality of what's being offered to the paying public? I think I'd rather stick my head back in the ostrich hole, and reminesce about the good ole days with some of the old salts that remember cracking timber the hard way.
Mixed emotions,
D.