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Visualize a Yellow Stripe...
Jan. 7th, 2011 09:59 amI'm glad to see the enthusiasm for my not-so-sekrit project. I worked on a third one yesterday, but did that thing that writers' often do, which is I got totally bogged down in research. I didn't get much done at all yesterday, honestly. I didn't even manage to change the fish tanks, despite the fact that it was Thursday. (I did manage to get the recycling to the curb and remembered to go to volunteer at Mason's school, so it wasn't entirely a wash.)
Mason and I didn't end up going to kuk sool wan last night, despite the fact that we will be TESTING !!! for our yellow-stripe TOMORROW !!!!
As I was telling Sean last night, I think I'm especially freaked out by this up-coming event because I have never before in my life successfully passed a single physical test. Though this may seem out of character, when I was in junior high school, I tried out for cheerleading. I learned to cartwheel, and I got really close to doing the splits. I did NOT make the team, however. I'm not sure what possessed me to try out, honesty, because I have *always* been that kid who gets picked the very last for various teams.
Likewise, I never passed the presidental fitness test, either, because I couldn't hold a chin-up for more than a micro second. I have never won a race. I've never even been part of a winning team. I didn't even pass my driver's test until the third try. Yet, I often enjoyed sports from the side lines, though, and have even had FUN participating in losing various games.
I realize, too, that it is extremely likely that I WILL NOT pass the stripe test the first time. But, I think this test has been haunting my subconscious (which it has, as I've had several dreams about it,) because I can't even _imagine_ what it would be like to pass. I don't think that if I don't pass the test that I will cease to have fun at class, however. As a writer, I'm fairly immune to the sting of failure. At any rate, I may feel it, but I have developed a TON of coping methods thanks to years of rejections.
I worry a bit more about Mason, who has an opposite problem, which is, because he's smart and a lot of the challenges of school come so easily to him, he has a hard time imagining failure. Mason is very average in terms of his physical prowess. Plus, he's relatively popular at school, which is a school fairly stocked with bright, science-oriented kids.
It should be interesting.
At any rate, I should go. Shawn has a dental appointment this afternoon, and I forgot my phone at home. I need to stop by and pick it up, and probably try to tackle some of those dishes I left rotting in the sink so that I could have a nice chat with Sean M. Murphy last night.
Oh, and I should change the fish tanks.
Mason and I didn't end up going to kuk sool wan last night, despite the fact that we will be TESTING !!! for our yellow-stripe TOMORROW !!!!
As I was telling Sean last night, I think I'm especially freaked out by this up-coming event because I have never before in my life successfully passed a single physical test. Though this may seem out of character, when I was in junior high school, I tried out for cheerleading. I learned to cartwheel, and I got really close to doing the splits. I did NOT make the team, however. I'm not sure what possessed me to try out, honesty, because I have *always* been that kid who gets picked the very last for various teams.
Likewise, I never passed the presidental fitness test, either, because I couldn't hold a chin-up for more than a micro second. I have never won a race. I've never even been part of a winning team. I didn't even pass my driver's test until the third try. Yet, I often enjoyed sports from the side lines, though, and have even had FUN participating in losing various games.
I realize, too, that it is extremely likely that I WILL NOT pass the stripe test the first time. But, I think this test has been haunting my subconscious (which it has, as I've had several dreams about it,) because I can't even _imagine_ what it would be like to pass. I don't think that if I don't pass the test that I will cease to have fun at class, however. As a writer, I'm fairly immune to the sting of failure. At any rate, I may feel it, but I have developed a TON of coping methods thanks to years of rejections.
I worry a bit more about Mason, who has an opposite problem, which is, because he's smart and a lot of the challenges of school come so easily to him, he has a hard time imagining failure. Mason is very average in terms of his physical prowess. Plus, he's relatively popular at school, which is a school fairly stocked with bright, science-oriented kids.
It should be interesting.
At any rate, I should go. Shawn has a dental appointment this afternoon, and I forgot my phone at home. I need to stop by and pick it up, and probably try to tackle some of those dishes I left rotting in the sink so that I could have a nice chat with Sean M. Murphy last night.
Oh, and I should change the fish tanks.