I just found out that my hours are being cut at the dojo without gaining any days off. How the hell does that happen? I’m only teaching two classes on Mondays now. Pointless. And depressing, considering I have a new car coming, and my other job can’t afford to give me more hours. I’m not feeling too hot about it. They cut hours whenever we lose students, which sucks for the students that remain because they get fewer options for classes at the same price they were paying before! It’s a fucked up system.
So naturally I looked up that skit that the muppets did on Sesame Street singing along with “Don’t Worry Be Happy,” only to find that YOUTUBE AND I ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I can’t believe it’s not on there. And since the natural progression from muppets is cats, I watched this video instead.
Three sisters came to try out classes at the dojo yesterday, all different age groups. Each had their own very distinct personality, and each made the day very interesting, and at times very challenging.
The eldest sister (Teen) was relaxed and happy before class, but didn’t seem to realize she was going to have to sweat and run and generally get a workout, so I had to keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn’t walking instead of running during warm-ups. After that though, she seemed to have a good time. She seems smart and coordinated, so I’m excited to see her progress (and it always puts a smile on my face to see a teenage girl do some martial arts).
The middle child (Enthusiast) seems happy, energetic and ready to have fun. She’s a listener and a doer. She’s going to have a blast. Can’t wait.
The youngest (Mouth) is very overweight, has trouble taking direction (I chatted with her mom about this; it’s because she speaks only Spanish at home, which isn’t uncommon with our Hispanic contingency, but kids learn fast so I think that will be a short-term issue), and is what’s generally known as a brat. She screams “no” repeatedly every chance she gets, no matter what’s happening, accompanied by copious amounts of crocodile tears (see picture). She cries and loses her mind at the drop of a hat (I saw her throw three separate tantrums). But she got all the way through the class without a single outburst, mostly because her family did a great job of watching the class without interacting with her, just like I asked, and I didn’t give her any positive attention when she misbehaved, or comfort when she fell (which happened a lot, and she said “ouch!” every time, lol). She’s adorable, overweight, and totally spoiled, but she didn’t have an outburst during class because I didn’t let her speak without raising her hand (which she refused to do), and demanded a level of independence from her that she enjoyed but is clearly not used to (her eldest sister, mother, and aunt seem to do everything for her). My goal for her is to teach her respect for her classmates (I lost track of the number of times she said, “My turn now!” and cut in line), respect for her mother (who she defied at every turn, seemingly without consequence), and to instill a sense of healthy independence that doesn’t involve mouthing off, but rather enables her to do things like put her own shoes on, etc. I think she could have a huge social growth spurt at the school. I’m really looking forward to working as a team with the family to invoke a positive change in her approach to others and herself. She is exactly the kind of child who should be in our program. I’m glad she’s there, even if it makes my job harder.
How could I forget about shoes? This was a long-lasting source of totally harmless amusement during college. No one could mention anything foot-wear related in a crowded classroom without someone muttering, “omg shoes,” or “let’s party.” To this day, even my dad quotes this video.
Watching it now, I’m pretty horrified at how shitty this video is. It’s like that guy I had a crush on in elementary school. He was totally perfect at the time, but I see photos now, and he looks like everyone else in the class: a dorky kid with crooked teeth trying to fit in. I’m talking about you, Richard M.
If you don’t have even one friend who would laugh and then hug this… your friends might suck. Plus it’s on sale at Things from Another World, my favorite online comic shop. They’re always having some kinda sale, bless ’em.
Hark, a Vagrant is still one of my favorite web comics. Of all time. Forever. Because of stuff like this.
With Boyfriend in Europe, I’ve had the chance to spend more time with friends, mostly High School Roommate, and Little Iron Friend from the Kung Fu studio (watching Serenity, making ramen at her place, going to bars). I forget how important friendships are when Boyfriend is so available most of the time. I should really make time for them more often. I’ve been foregoing sleep to hang out, but it’s been easy to deal with since I’m not waking up every four hours because of Boyfriend. I have more energy then even a week ago, and it feels great. I’m having a really nice time.
Side note: My arms are getting cut. A few people at work, friends, and some family members have all commented that my arms are hulking out. I’m pretty psyched. I think a powerful body and a friendly smile are super sexy on a woman. I’m diggin’ it. Tummy’s getting flat and toned again, too. Naturally, I’m also covered in bruises most of the time, but if that’s the price to be paid for a slammin’ body, sign me up to start turning colors.