I know somewhere in this thread I talked about my first day in TKD now Ill tell you about my first day and then the first class in Sikaran under the late Master Chartier.
I had just finished my last tournament under my TKD instructor and changed into my street clothing, said good by and went over to join the Sikaran people. We all went outside on the hillside to have some food and as it would happen some of the younger ones decided not to listen to anyone and started fooling around. Well after the 2nd warning Master Chartier got a little angry and decided to have us all do 1000 jumping jacks. Being in street shoes is not the way to do jumping jacks, my feet where bloody by the time we finished. Blisters came and went and bleed but I kept going (EGO) because the little ones never stopped and I as the new adult was not going to be showed up by them.
My first actual class was a few days later. I bowed onto the floor and went through the basic exercises with the class. Much more strenuous than what I was used to but I survived. Then I was given to a ten year old and he taught me the proper stances which I had to hold for what seemed at the time an eternity. While in a low horse stance I was shown the way the Sikaran people did their blocks. After that came a different way of doing a front kick than I had practiced before (thrust not snap). I trained under this ten year old for more than one practice till he felt I should join the rest of the class. I had and still have no problem with studying under him because he knew way more about the system than I did and he was darn good at teaching.
I had just finished my last tournament under my TKD instructor and changed into my street clothing, said good by and went over to join the Sikaran people. We all went outside on the hillside to have some food and as it would happen some of the younger ones decided not to listen to anyone and started fooling around. Well after the 2nd warning Master Chartier got a little angry and decided to have us all do 1000 jumping jacks. Being in street shoes is not the way to do jumping jacks, my feet where bloody by the time we finished. Blisters came and went and bleed but I kept going (EGO) because the little ones never stopped and I as the new adult was not going to be showed up by them.
My first actual class was a few days later. I bowed onto the floor and went through the basic exercises with the class. Much more strenuous than what I was used to but I survived. Then I was given to a ten year old and he taught me the proper stances which I had to hold for what seemed at the time an eternity. While in a low horse stance I was shown the way the Sikaran people did their blocks. After that came a different way of doing a front kick than I had practiced before (thrust not snap). I trained under this ten year old for more than one practice till he felt I should join the rest of the class. I had and still have no problem with studying under him because he knew way more about the system than I did and he was darn good at teaching.