Today I spent about two hours in my taekwondo class. It was extra special because it was my first class as an orange belt (I got it last week!) and I learned lots of new material that I will have to learn for my next test to become a green belt. We spent the first thirty minutes doing stretches and exercises, and then I learned a new sequence called "Eight Count Number Three" (numbers one and two were learned during white and yellow belt, respectively). We also did some roundhouse kick practice.
After the teenager class, my family, consisting of my dad, brother, and I, did a thirty minute sparring class. In this class we practice sparring basically, for competitions and in real life. As my brother and I were the only kids today, of course I got paired up with him, and trust me, you don't want him as a partner. We're both really aggressive, but when I successful punch or kick him, he will go into some kind of frenzied rage and start tackling and doing illegal moves to me until I collapse onto the ground. Even if I don't hit him he will keep forgetting to do the moves that our master told us to do, and instead just do a free-for-all wrestling thing with me. Oh, well. Boys will be boys.
After the teenager class, my family, consisting of my dad, brother, and I, did a thirty minute sparring class. In this class we practice sparring basically, for competitions and in real life. As my brother and I were the only kids today, of course I got paired up with him, and trust me, you don't want him as a partner. We're both really aggressive, but when I successful punch or kick him, he will go into some kind of frenzied rage and start tackling and doing illegal moves to me until I collapse onto the ground. Even if I don't hit him he will keep forgetting to do the moves that our master told us to do, and instead just do a free-for-all wrestling thing with me. Oh, well. Boys will be boys.
