We don't count on things where we kihap, but Master Paul does. Like he'll call the number and THEN you do whatever you're doing. Sean is just kind of a goober (he's probably about 16).
Also, twenty is sumool and thirty is surun. Eleven through nineteen, to the best of my ability to decipher what is being said, is one through nine with the prefix "yo" and twenty-one through twenty-nine has the prefix "sim".
The first time we were told to do thirty, I almost responded with, "But sir, we can't. We don't know how to count that high!"
Yesterday Sean started off by saying "Ten jumping-jacks." I thought he was actually going to take it easy on me. Then I think he remembered I'm a green belt and amended to twenty. Which is fine for jumping-jacks, but twenty push-ups SUCKS.
I finally got to the point where I didn't overstep walking stance in Il Jang. Now I have to get it set in my muscles for Ee Jang. Currently I overstep and have to pull my foot back more often than not. And I get told, "Walking stance," a lot. At least it's not my shoulders anymore!
I think at this point Master Paul is just glad when people show up, and doesn't so much enforce age limits on the classes. Which is okay when it happens sometimes, but I hope it doesn't become a consistent thing. Especially since on Friday, D. had already done the kids class, so it wasn't like she was in our class because she wanted to make up for not being able to make it to the earlier one.
Sigh. I get the sense that there's more going on than I know, especially with her staying on Saturdays. Her mom is a year younger than me and has four kids, which can't be easy.
Also, what are they feeding kids around you, that they grow them so tall?! I think I would be afraid of a six-foot 12-year-old!
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on 2012-05-13 11:55 am (UTC)Also, twenty is sumool and thirty is surun. Eleven through nineteen, to the best of my ability to decipher what is being said, is one through nine with the prefix "yo" and twenty-one through twenty-nine has the prefix "sim".
The first time we were told to do thirty, I almost responded with, "But sir, we can't. We don't know how to count that high!"
Yesterday Sean started off by saying "Ten jumping-jacks." I thought he was actually going to take it easy on me. Then I think he remembered I'm a green belt and amended to twenty. Which is fine for jumping-jacks, but twenty push-ups SUCKS.
I finally got to the point where I didn't overstep walking stance in Il Jang. Now I have to get it set in my muscles for Ee Jang. Currently I overstep and have to pull my foot back more often than not. And I get told, "Walking stance," a lot. At least it's not my shoulders anymore!
I think at this point Master Paul is just glad when people show up, and doesn't so much enforce age limits on the classes. Which is okay when it happens sometimes, but I hope it doesn't become a consistent thing. Especially since on Friday, D. had already done the kids class, so it wasn't like she was in our class because she wanted to make up for not being able to make it to the earlier one.
Sigh. I get the sense that there's more going on than I know, especially with her staying on Saturdays. Her mom is a year younger than me and has four kids, which can't be easy.
Also, what are they feeding kids around you, that they grow them so tall?! I think I would be afraid of a six-foot 12-year-old!