The Pressure's On

Aside from the fact that I was mercilessly made fun of at karate last night, I had a really good class.
First, all the little kids got on me for not closing my eyes during the beginning prayer. Those little toots, they're always more than happy to point out when I'm doing something wrong or kick me in the butt, but when I tell them they've got a booger hanging out of their nose it's like saying their cat died or something.
Then, the master of the dojo, Oomori-sensei (who's like a Go-don black belt...if you don't know what that means then think about it this way, he could take Rambo blindfolded) started making fun of me because I'm by far the oldest white belt, and in Japanese he was like, it's sooo lame to be a white belt past the age of 7.
And then, when we were working on our punching and kicking, all of which originate out of this very difficult squatting position, Oomri-sensei starting giving me a bunch crap about sticking out my butt when I do it. I was like, sorry, not everyone can be a Go-don black belt with thighs of steel like you, I'm sticking my butt out cuz I'm a white belt who can't squat for over a minute without doing that.
But after that he personally instructed me for the rest of the class. And I pretty much have got down the two katas (sort of like a karate dance) I have to know for my green belt test! That's mostly because he made me do each one about 20 times. Now if I can just remember them and stop sticking out my butt...