Galens
Yellow Belt
To give some background first:
I have been pretending* to box for about 1.5 years now. I've also recently taken TaeKwon-Do to help improve my stand up. I'm also very very interested in ground work, even though I'm like a ninja turtle that became shell shocked when I do ground work X.X
I put out fliers around my school, hoping I could find a serious training partner, or teacher, and hopefully someone with my schedule and for free(If a teacher) My struggles failed, and eventually I joined a free gym with maybe one-two fighters that rarely ever show up.
I walked into my school's bookstore to buy some Nestle Green Tea and some mints, I had my private school teacher and didn't want to blow dragons breath on her. I was talking to the gentleman behind the counter about the new Windows 7 (We're both nerds). Out of nowhere comes this man named Steve. And my awkward era (Era lasting 10 minutes, not 10,000 years ^.^)
Steve walks in and hops into the convo. He's a computer guy too apparently, and a fellow metal head. He was discussing about his talents, and I had replied that I didn't do much besides hobby in computers, study, train and sometimes fight. (Oh here's the part where I forgot to mention that he was wearing a military hat with the Korean flag on it. It was his grandfather's. I had asked if he had been there or knew the language in hopes I could get more study time or culture shock from someone else than my private teacher whom I was about to meet in the next 5 minutes. He did not know either.)
Steve begins to tell me about his great skills in Jujitsu and how he could teach me some moves. I'm interested already. Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from here. Steven...*pause for a moment.* (Lets call him Robby, because he has the hyperactivity of Robin Williams...No...lets just call him Steve or Steven...) So Steve decides to expand further upon his abilities and tells me about things called kill moves in Jujitsu. Although very fascinating, was really beginning to sound like someone paddling a ship through the desert with a coffee cup...bulls$#@.
Steven continues to talk about special ubertastical moves against every single finger and toe on the body..yes thats right...one specific move for each finger. I interrupt him and write down the details to where I train and invite him to train with me on two certain days. I also mentioned that I learn a lot with instruction and then real time demonstration. Captain Iceman...I mean Super Ste....I mean Steve decides to continue rambling on RIGHT after I finished. He didn't seem to grasp what I said, so I said it again. Steve decides that he instantly forgot his incredible destructo skills he learned and now claims he only knows basic things in Jujitsu.
Now I feel incredibly awkward and embarassed sitting there in the bookstore, ON VIDEO BTW, having master Steven, I mean..Steven perform these uber martial arts things around my body, and telling me all kinds of crazy stuff, including the one about how he used to keep his nails long so he could do tiger claw fighting and scratch his enemies to death. (Or just scratch their itch, I dunno. I hope neither) Oh, btw, this guy is in his 30's.
My private teacher shows up and here I am jumping up and down inside my mind. "안녕하세요?" She says. I reply. "안녕하세요? " I turn to Master Steven and tell him that my private teacher is here and that I need to go. I nearly wanted to grab her and give her a giant hug for inadvertently saving me from the doom machine called Steve. Steve walks out after I start mumbling goodbye to him "ymayahmmm"
Steve leaves and I am now stronger and wiser because of it.
I learned today:
Always carry a pocket knife.
If possible, carry a roll of duct-tape
If possible, inadvertently have your teacher save you from awkward and embarassing contial artists.
I have been pretending* to box for about 1.5 years now. I've also recently taken TaeKwon-Do to help improve my stand up. I'm also very very interested in ground work, even though I'm like a ninja turtle that became shell shocked when I do ground work X.X
I put out fliers around my school, hoping I could find a serious training partner, or teacher, and hopefully someone with my schedule and for free(If a teacher) My struggles failed, and eventually I joined a free gym with maybe one-two fighters that rarely ever show up.
I walked into my school's bookstore to buy some Nestle Green Tea and some mints, I had my private school teacher and didn't want to blow dragons breath on her. I was talking to the gentleman behind the counter about the new Windows 7 (We're both nerds). Out of nowhere comes this man named Steve. And my awkward era (Era lasting 10 minutes, not 10,000 years ^.^)
Steve walks in and hops into the convo. He's a computer guy too apparently, and a fellow metal head. He was discussing about his talents, and I had replied that I didn't do much besides hobby in computers, study, train and sometimes fight. (Oh here's the part where I forgot to mention that he was wearing a military hat with the Korean flag on it. It was his grandfather's. I had asked if he had been there or knew the language in hopes I could get more study time or culture shock from someone else than my private teacher whom I was about to meet in the next 5 minutes. He did not know either.)
Steve begins to tell me about his great skills in Jujitsu and how he could teach me some moves. I'm interested already. Unfortunately, it all goes downhill from here. Steven...*pause for a moment.* (Lets call him Robby, because he has the hyperactivity of Robin Williams...No...lets just call him Steve or Steven...) So Steve decides to expand further upon his abilities and tells me about things called kill moves in Jujitsu. Although very fascinating, was really beginning to sound like someone paddling a ship through the desert with a coffee cup...bulls$#@.
Steven continues to talk about special ubertastical moves against every single finger and toe on the body..yes thats right...one specific move for each finger. I interrupt him and write down the details to where I train and invite him to train with me on two certain days. I also mentioned that I learn a lot with instruction and then real time demonstration. Captain Iceman...I mean Super Ste....I mean Steve decides to continue rambling on RIGHT after I finished. He didn't seem to grasp what I said, so I said it again. Steve decides that he instantly forgot his incredible destructo skills he learned and now claims he only knows basic things in Jujitsu.
Now I feel incredibly awkward and embarassed sitting there in the bookstore, ON VIDEO BTW, having master Steven, I mean..Steven perform these uber martial arts things around my body, and telling me all kinds of crazy stuff, including the one about how he used to keep his nails long so he could do tiger claw fighting and scratch his enemies to death. (Or just scratch their itch, I dunno. I hope neither) Oh, btw, this guy is in his 30's.
My private teacher shows up and here I am jumping up and down inside my mind. "안녕하세요?" She says. I reply. "안녕하세요? " I turn to Master Steven and tell him that my private teacher is here and that I need to go. I nearly wanted to grab her and give her a giant hug for inadvertently saving me from the doom machine called Steve. Steve walks out after I start mumbling goodbye to him "ymayahmmm"
Steve leaves and I am now stronger and wiser because of it.
I learned today:
Always carry a pocket knife.
If possible, carry a roll of duct-tape
If possible, inadvertently have your teacher save you from awkward and embarassing contial artists.
