Sifu and Siheng Steve have the same sports car. It’s the school sticker on the back windshield of Sifu’s that alerts me to our leader’s presence before I reach the school door. When I saw it Monday night, the only night of the week he doesn’t come to the guan, I knew immediately that he was filling in for Siheng Chris, teaching the beginner class. It’s been six months since Sifu suspended my teaching privileges, and he still doesn’t call me to fill. Even though I now have a class of my own that will hopefully grow, it still hurts a little to feel outside the fold. I suspect that the pain will decrease in direct proportion to the success of my class at the gym. So I’ll just keep the focus where it belongs.
To that end, I’m happily anticipating the announcement for the second session of the class. This one will be open to parents as well, just as the guan is filled with families of students. I’m finding, as my young charges become more annoyed with the increased level of energy required of them to learn the white sash form, that the class may have been assumed to be a playdate with punching, instead of an actual kung fu class. It will be good to have parents know what they’ve actually signed their kids up for. It will also be good to have students with a longer attention span mixed in with the ones who need to be entertained. Here’s hoping I get a good turnout, whatever the mix.