Yesterday was our first TaeKwonDo class! I must say that it was quite exciting to be in that "team" kind of mode. I felt as if I was in the 9th grade again, trying out for the JV team. Jeremiah has to disagree, and say yesterday was 20 times better than the 9th grade. Poor chum didn't have a splendid high school experience. It's hard to imagine that he was socially awkward and shy. We wouldn't have even been friends if we met in high school, he'd say.
I've always been attracted to martial arts, but never had an opportunity to really have a go. Our "sa-bum" or master has taught us so much in the first day; like, the "right posture" is not just sitting up straight as a board, but rather is the posture that is balancing for your body. So, balancing means to shift positions ever so often so your muscles are developed evenly. I'm looking forward to the next few years, becoming more flexible and learning how to defend myself. What I'm truly looking forward to is the sparring though! I shall write more about that when I learn more about it!
It's funny to think my students, who I adore and coddle can all kick my butt. (They're all advanced TaeKwonDo students and some even have second degree black belts!) I've got a favorite class, although I shouldn't. They're so bright and so full. I feel their youth brimming, through their writing, especially. Not everyone is a talker, but in their writing I see their fears and their dreams. It's amazing that I get to be a part of their lives, and speak into their souls.
I've made a habit of starting class with a prayer, and when I do I tend to say, "Alright class, before we start, let's invite the Holy Spirit". After 2 weeks of that, one of my students yesterday declared loudly "But, He's already here!". Haha, today I asked the class to join me in thanking the Holy Spirit, instead.
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