This is what boot camp must be like. Going to sleep late after nursing one’s strained muscles until well past midnight, then rising early to abuse the body all over again. Only in boot camp, one gets paid for the privilege. As much as I love kung fu, sometimes I wonder why I put myself through this. The morning after the Friday night class is usually when that happens.
With my students out of town this weekend and Merle beginning testing (and thus required to attend Friday class), I accompanied her to the guan last night to find that things had changed a bit since the last time I was there. In walked two green sashes and a blue sash, making me wonder if I was in the right place. Friday night used to be a red and black sash class only where the body was put through the grinder of kung fu techniques for two hours. The presence of the lower sashes didn’t lessen the repetitions, but it drastically eased the difficulty level of the drills. What’s happening to Sifu? I thought.
This discovery came in the same week that my inbox included a survey from him. A survey. The man who practically screamed at me back in February that things are the way they are, they’re going to stay that way, and I need to take it or leave it, is now asking all his students to tell him what they think could stand to be changed about the curriculum, teaching methods – the whole kit and caboodle. I like to think that his unfortunate exchange with me in February set him to thinking about being set in his ways. But maybe it’s just fatherhood that’s changing him. Either way, I’ll take it!
Now, I’ve got to get ready for more kung fu.