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I remember the last time I did Aikido before my 3 month break was at the end of March. This was when I pretty much kicked ass at it. When my 3 month break from Aikido began, the first thing I did was take a vacation with my family. It was pretty freaking humid where we were staying, I nearly passed out on my first day. During our vacation, I did nothing but play the guitar I bought, watch tv and eat junk food. I went from 55kg to nearly 60kg. My vacation wasn’t all that boring though, I went karting twice, watch five movies in gold class seats, teach myself how to sweep pick five strings and fire a 45 caliber handgun (really, for my age I was only supposed to fire a 38 caliber, but I’ll just say I had connections :P). It kinda sucked how I didn’t get a chance to go to the pulp summer slam heavy metal concert \m/. After coming back from vacation, I had missed out on two weeks of school, some may think that’s awsome, but if you had the teachers I have, you’d want to be at school every single day. The assignments were actually quite easy, but I just didn’t handle time properly :|, seeing as that I was still too relaxed from my vacation. So ended up not getting the marks I wanted. Then finally the end of semester break comes around to save me from all the pressure from school. It was also my chance to do Aikido again. My first class after three months of not doing it was rather torturous. I was so tired and beaten up, even eating dinner felt like too much work. My second class was already the start of grading training. Grading training was the worst, only because it was too repetitive. The teachers I had were also pretty boring too, there was one thing in my grading syllabus that they either forgot, or don’t want to do. I guess they forgot I was the one grading. The grading that week was, as I mentioned before, ” The worst four hours of my life”. I screwed up 25% of my grading, but I only needed 75% to pass :D. My next grading will be for brown belt! Now I’m suffering from an injured elbow from a roll gone wrong, while I train for an upcoming demonstration in August demonstration.

Okay, yesterday during english class, I was just talking to my classmates, then all of a sudden, I ask the most random question, “Do you think our teacher is a Cougar?” Just for the people that don’t know what a cougar is, in slang terminology it means an older woman looking or dating younger men. One thing that I didn’t relize was that our teacher was right in front of me helping the person in front (pssssh yea, of course). Next thing I see is our teacher looking over her bony shoulder, I was pretty sure she was looking at me. Since I’m fond of using suicidal terms in embarrassment and humiliation, I just wanted to jump through the window and just hope I’d jump long enough to land in the baby pool below. I swear our teacher is fifty, or even sixty. Then the next day (today), our “Cougar” teacher was being somewhat strangely nice to me, she was always looked at me when she would read our class something. I just wish I could just turn back time (don’t we all). :’-(