There’s No End
Day 1, class 2. 4pm
Took a new teacher’s class today. Jakob is funny, flamboyant and a real tough-ass killer. He cracked jokes during class, and since at our studio it’s pretty much ‘serious business’, there was practically deafening silence when he cracked a joke. So silent, you could hear a monk in Tibet fart. Oh wait, that was just the heaters. “Oh well, I’ll just crack jokes anyway and laugh at myself. You guys must be thinking ‘Crazy American, cracking all these jokes’ ” said Jakob. American sarcasm, gotta love it.
One thing Jakob REALLY REALLY REALLY emphasises on is a locked knee. There is no end to a locked knee, he said. “Just when you’ve locked it, you can lock it more!” he urged. And lock my knee I did. I’m pretty sure my right knee now resembles a concrete block – huge and solid with speckles of advertisements for pinjaman berlesen over it [that would be my bruises and scars].
And just when he’d say “Push push push”, you’d think they’d stop at 3… or 5 … or 7 …., he continues prattling on “Push push push push push push push push push push push push push.. and change!”. It’s nice to have a different style of teaching, but during class I had this stray thought of marching onto the podium to thwack him on the head.
Allrighty, off to bed! It’s too fricking hot, I may just sleep on the floor tonight.