The testing constant...

Being punched in the face.

Yes, that's right, every single Kung Fu test that I can remember has involved me being punched in the face. This time arount it wasn't quite as dramatic as the large black eye I ended up with, but my buddy the Afro Samurai punched me in the mouth and split my lip, so the tradition continues.

This test was the test I had been dreading taking for months. Rather than the normal very challenging test, this was the normal challenging test plus a marathon of doing almost every other form I knew. That's a whole lot of work. However, I'm fairly certain I passed and more than that did well on the test. I even got told that one of my forms was just shy of perfect, which was quite the honor.

This is not to say that I wasn't exhausted very quickly, which I was. Part of the problem was my thinking that the test was closer to 6 than to 6:30, so when I showed up a little before 6 I had some time to kill, and all I could think of to do was prepare for the test. There went some of my carefully horded energy. Of course a lot of energy was wasted all day as I sat and dreaded this fucking test.

Honestly, the test didn't turn out so bad. Bits I was expecting to be much harder, turned out to be easier since I really did train for this test hard. Not as much as I would have liked, but still enough to survive everything up to the sparring and everything. I find out if I passed... I dunno, sometime. If I went to the graduation thingy on Friday I would find out then, but I already have other Xmas-y plans so I can't make that. So whenever it is the new semester starts, I guess I'll find out if I got a new sash or whatever.

I will miss my red sash though. Blue is nice, but it'll never be as badass as the red sash on the black uniform.