JackDenning
White Belt
I battled with this one in my early training, but quickly concluded that bowing is the best and the only way to go. Our dojo's 'rules' go much further. We must announce our arrival and departure to our Sensei and to the higher graders. We cannot leave the training area before the black belts have, even to get a drink, and Sensei's command is never to be questioned.
What I concluded, with respect to this level of discipline, is that the higher graders have knowledge to pass on. If they are not afforded respect, then why, in all fairness, should they impart that knowledge to those who seek to learn?
"You want to learn what we have to teach, the skills that have taken us decades of blood, sweat and broken ribs to develop? Then play by our rules. Respect us, bow to us, and we'll pass on that knowledge to you. Otherwise, just go away, and find someone else to teach you."
Simple, and fair enough in my opinion.
I checked out another dojo a while back out of curiosity, but arrived just as an observer. The instructor was instructing, a couple of the students were sharing a private joke, a bunch of kids were bouncing a ball around, and a group of mothers were sitting around cackling away as though they were at a goddamn hen's party.
Give me ultra high discipline any day.
What I concluded, with respect to this level of discipline, is that the higher graders have knowledge to pass on. If they are not afforded respect, then why, in all fairness, should they impart that knowledge to those who seek to learn?
"You want to learn what we have to teach, the skills that have taken us decades of blood, sweat and broken ribs to develop? Then play by our rules. Respect us, bow to us, and we'll pass on that knowledge to you. Otherwise, just go away, and find someone else to teach you."
Simple, and fair enough in my opinion.
I checked out another dojo a while back out of curiosity, but arrived just as an observer. The instructor was instructing, a couple of the students were sharing a private joke, a bunch of kids were bouncing a ball around, and a group of mothers were sitting around cackling away as though they were at a goddamn hen's party.
Give me ultra high discipline any day.