Cleaning out my closet
Okay- This week I have not been in a good mood and it is getting worse. While my tolerance for bullshit is really low I'd like to place the following on record. Earlier this year I was asked to make time in my already busy schedule to attend classes at our Shotokan dojo- under a sensei whom I have left late in 1997. Because I was happy with the idea of spending time with other martial arts enthusiasts and making sure that our style does not die within us I agreed to put aside some time to go to the dojo and train with my fellow students- who at this stage are all my seniors. Before this time I have already been training on my own at no cost and needed nobody to watch me or to tell me to get up and train regularly. About 22 sessions of training on my own at the hall painstakingly acquired for us, three payments of R 200 and 1 surprise notice of an up and coming grading of about R 1 500.00 later I am starting to feel like I have been played for a fool. Honestly now- I ...