Last Saturday I took the kids for their Taekwondo belt testing. Vivian wasn't ready - she did not know all 34 steps in her form for the next belt - but she fudged it in a group of other kids and din't get noticed. She excelled in her board breaking and smashed a "green" board with a hammer strike and a front kick with confidence that she hadn't shown previously. She credited that to help from Master Palacios, her 9th degree black belt instructor. "Dad, F=ma. As the mass of my hand is small, to get a big force I have to accelerate really fast". Geek ass-kicking - what's not to love there.
Afterwords they rewarded themselves with what they thought were well deserved donuts and showed off their new belts.
Evan was one of the youngest testing for a yellow belt. He and two grown-ups were asked to demonstrate some moves for the whole class and he happily hogged the limelight. Evan's friend's dad commented how serene and monk-like Evan looked through the whole thing and how his son had fidgeted all morning. I did notice that Evan looked very calm. He must use up every ounce and all his reserves of peacefulness for Taekwondo.
Afterwords they rewarded themselves with what they thought were well deserved donuts and showed off their new belts.
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