Sunday. The seventh day. A day of rest.
Sep. 9th, 2007 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akujunkanBut not for me. I moved into my new place this afternoon, and left again just as quickly for my first aikido class.
Which. Was. Awesome. The sensei is a really positive guy, who's completely into teaching both the forms and techniques, and why one would want to use them. There's also a refreshing lack of "Imma kick your ass punk!" martial arts bullshit. (From him at least; one of the other students seems to have a hard on for MA, and can't stop talking about how many he's studied and for how long.)
And best of all (and for the first time in my collegiate MA experience)--so NOT about the money. Class lasts an hour; the sensei had already spent two hours at a dojo and one teaching a yoga class, but he still extended my class by another hour...just because none of us had anywhere we needed to be and we were eager to see/learn more. AWESOME.
That will be all.
Which. Was. Awesome. The sensei is a really positive guy, who's completely into teaching both the forms and techniques, and why one would want to use them. There's also a refreshing lack of "Imma kick your ass punk!" martial arts bullshit. (From him at least; one of the other students seems to have a hard on for MA, and can't stop talking about how many he's studied and for how long.)
And best of all (and for the first time in my collegiate MA experience)--so NOT about the money. Class lasts an hour; the sensei had already spent two hours at a dojo and one teaching a yoga class, but he still extended my class by another hour...just because none of us had anywhere we needed to be and we were eager to see/learn more. AWESOME.
That will be all.
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on 2007-09-30 08:09 pm (UTC)