Here ya go Bros. Just a little something that I wrote in class. Hope you all like it! But if you don't, That's cool too. Feedback would be welcome!
I roll
my eyes as the same child begins messing around in class for the nineteen
thousandth time since the class began. It’s Marcy again, of course it is. Ever
since her little sister started taking classes here, she’d been chock full of
nothing but an undying sense of superiority and the nerve to demand respect
that she has in no way earned, from anyone. Just because she happens to be a
purple belt and her sister is only a white belt.
Honestly,
I am a black belt and even I don’t just expect respect from anyone that I haven’t
earned respect from, even though I have more than paid my dues at this point in
time.
As I
watch her, glare at her actually, while she vibrates and wiggles in place, her
stupid curly, frizzy black hair bouncing about everywhere, I am filled with an
intense longing for the good old days. Back when our school was a part of Eclectic
Karate. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss Eclectic at all. What I miss is
really being able to punish the children.
I’m
twenty one, not that old. But man have the times changed since I came up
through the ranks. Cause I am telling you for damn sure that if I had acted
this way when I was a purple belt, I would’ve been doing laps for a month.
Seriously, most children my classes these days don’t even know what squat
thrusts are anymore! Pathetic. Simply pathetic.
“Marcy!”
I bark, pumping all the venom I possessed into the name and then feeling plenty
satisfied when the little bugger jumps. Serves her right. “Cut it out.” I
growl, my best stern teacher face pulled firmly into place. “One more time and
I’m sending you to Shihan.” Because unfortunately, that’s as far as my powers
of punishment go these days. Thank God that the brats still fear my little old
karate instructor at least.
-Lita Kaye
1 comment:
why cant you make them run laps?
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