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stevenpiziks) wrote2008-11-14 06:21 pm
stevenpiziks) wrote2008-11-14 06:21 pm
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Multiple Testing
Wednesday was karate testing again. It was Mackie's first one! He was very excited. We arrived very early at the do-jang--traffic flowed far better than expected--and he spent the time running around and around and around. All three of us ran through our forms as well. Other students arrived and wamed up, too.
At 5:30 we had the white and yellow belt test. Maksim was the youngest in the white belts. I have a hard time watching my children do any kind of performing--I don't know why--and I didn't want to watch Maksim's test. But I knew that wouldn't do at all. When the test began, I took Aran by the elbow (he was muttering to himself in the area of the do-jang set aside for little kids) and brought him to the very front row of seats.
"We have to watch Maksim test," I said. And we did.
Maksim did very well, including on his forms. He did have a tendency to lose concentration and once the controller had to tell him to get back in line, but he's still very little and the testers gave him the leeway.
Once the test ended, Mackie came running over to give me a hug, and then it was time for the orange belt test. This meant we had time for supper. The do-jang had brought in pizza and stuff to sell for a charity fundraiser, so that's what we had. Mackie ate two pieces of pizza, a piece of watermelon, a bag of chips, a juice box, and a cookie. When he was done, he asked for more and got another piece of pizza, an orange, and another juice box. Sheesh!
Then it was time for the green belts to test. Aran and I were testing to advance to second degree greens. Most everything went very well, as it should have--Aran and I skipped the last test, so we'd spent twice as long on this level's techniques. I did mess up on one of the self-defense techniques, but that didn't seem to be a problem.
The next day I checked the do-jang's bulletin board. Students who don't quite pass are listed (by number), along with the technique they need to re-test on before promotion. None of us was on it. We're good! :)
At 5:30 we had the white and yellow belt test. Maksim was the youngest in the white belts. I have a hard time watching my children do any kind of performing--I don't know why--and I didn't want to watch Maksim's test. But I knew that wouldn't do at all. When the test began, I took Aran by the elbow (he was muttering to himself in the area of the do-jang set aside for little kids) and brought him to the very front row of seats.
"We have to watch Maksim test," I said. And we did.
Maksim did very well, including on his forms. He did have a tendency to lose concentration and once the controller had to tell him to get back in line, but he's still very little and the testers gave him the leeway.
Once the test ended, Mackie came running over to give me a hug, and then it was time for the orange belt test. This meant we had time for supper. The do-jang had brought in pizza and stuff to sell for a charity fundraiser, so that's what we had. Mackie ate two pieces of pizza, a piece of watermelon, a bag of chips, a juice box, and a cookie. When he was done, he asked for more and got another piece of pizza, an orange, and another juice box. Sheesh!
Then it was time for the green belts to test. Aran and I were testing to advance to second degree greens. Most everything went very well, as it should have--Aran and I skipped the last test, so we'd spent twice as long on this level's techniques. I did mess up on one of the self-defense techniques, but that didn't seem to be a problem.
The next day I checked the do-jang's bulletin board. Students who don't quite pass are listed (by number), along with the technique they need to re-test on before promotion. None of us was on it. We're good! :)