Hey guys! I'm back from my martial arts workshop thingy! It went better than I thought! At least I wasn't so tired that I was about to faint like last time. This is how it went: (italics are what I was thinking)

Instructor telling us a story to teach us something-

Instructor: (yes I meant to spell this wrong, he had an accent) An so, a toxi driva honk de horn. When I tun aroun, he stuck up de middle finga at me.

Class: *laughing*

Me: *laughing* *trying to stop EXTREME laughter*

When we practiced staffs outside on the pavement-

Instructor: An so you spin de staff an shoulder roll.

Me: *looks down at pavement* I am not rolling on pavement!

Instructor: But today, we'll skip de roll.

Me: Yes!

When we were still practicing staffs-

Me: *spinning staff* Please don't hit me! Please don't hit me!

When we practiced swords-

Me: *swinging wooden practice sword* Please don't hit me! Please don't hit me! *hits self in head* OW!

When we were doing staff sparring-

Partner: Uh, uh, and then this? No this?

Me: *shrugs*

Still doing staff sparring-

Me: *shoulders rolls*

Other person: *shoulder rolls from other way*

Both: *roll into each other* Ow! *say sorry simultaneously*

Out on pavement-

Instructor: Then, kneel down.

Me: *kneels on pavement* Ow!

Kicking/punching-

Instructor: Fasta!

Me: I'M TRYING!!!

Instructor: Fasta!

Me: *panting* UGH!!

So yeah, it went ok.