Karate Test Essay

I started to breathe heavily and my body began to tremble. The presence got dark and all I could think about was the possibility that this could be my last performance ever, but something unexpected happen.

In my childhood, I was always told that as a girl, I supposed to be tender and quiet. Therefore, in order to be an elegant girl, I learned to dance from 6 years old. But in personality, I am aggressive and active, like a boy. Even though I really enjoy the feeling of standing under the spotlight, I subconsciously aspire to get a black belt. I am fond of Taekwondo, but no matter how I persuade my parents and show them how much I love this sport, my parents still do not think that girls should do such a violent sport, which does not fit the temperament of a female.

"Sid! Let's go already! We'll be late for our math lecture." My sister Joy says, snapping me out a trance like state. I still stand there looking forward to the quad across the road. "Just a minute Joy" I can barely speak. I can't describe what's just come over me, it's like I can't move or turn away from the field.

I chose the book called Verbal Judo by George J. Thompson and Jerry B. Jenkins because this book talks about the training among the author who is a former police officer and how his experience is serve as an example for other cops to learn from. This book express on how certain cops can handle certain situation if they are presented in their daily work and George J. Thompson who is a former instructor who use martial arts and his knowledge of being a professor to use those experiences to create a better human interaction. Another source that I will be including is the life of another former police officer called Steve Osborne, I will be talking about his life and work of being an officer in NYC and how he can inspire future officers to carry his work to the field.

I couldn’t keep the disappointment off of my face as I stared at his. We both waited for the scores to be posted, expecting the worse. As soon as we saw a judge tape up a sheet of paper, we ran over to the mass of competitors. We both quickly scanned the sheet and stopped when we saw our names next to the number eight. I couldn’t hold back the screamed that ripped out of me as we ran to the holding room for the skills section.

I didn’t even know if he was still breathing, I couldn’t help him if he was breaking, he couldn’t cry in my arms like he did when he was younger, I felt completely useless.

“Well mom, that’s me,” I couldn't see past the sea of tears that came pouring out of my eyes.

My head was going crazy, I could barely think straight.I was off to a great start. I has stuck all my landings and I just need one more Tumbling pass to go, and if I had stuck it then I would qualify to Nationals. My brain was rushing super fast that it felt like I was off the floor.

My parents shook with their sadness, and my heart plummeted to the ground. “I’m sorry, Ma’am. I swear I made sure to always be sad, and never be happy.”

I cried my eyes out. I could not stop crying, and I had not anticipated for Noora, my saving grace, to give me the lollipop she had just received from her dad and hugged me until the tears stopped.

I stop unable to carry on. I haven’t cried in a long time, not like this. I hate it so much. I want to stop, but it’s what needs to happen. It’s natural to grieve, to hate that Walker’s gone, to hate my tears and to just hate the world.

Board breaking is often exhibited as an incredible talent performed by martial artists at demonstrations or tournaments in order to show off strength. This isn’t true, however, as breaking is an illustrated example of a perfected technique as one would use in a real situation. The accuracy, strength, and power of these techniques is demonstrated through the break. Many people are amazed by breaking, but don’t fully understand how truly easy it is. Breaking can be explained by both the physics behind the act and the mental aspects of the preparation of the break.

My head lay flat on the floor. I sat dazed for just a few seconds, though it seemed like an eternity. My eyes fell back into focus, as did my mind. I realized what had just happened. I sprung up with a huge grin on my face and tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I had broken the necessary boards to pass my test. I shook off the feeling of pain when I fell on the ground, all that mattered was that the training had been worth it. I was officially a Black Belt. At that very moment, I believed that my previous failure had no impact on my bright future.

of these attacks, you can stop them. If you block the kick and follow up quickly

my heart sank and the tears rolled down my face as if I was trying to fill a river. I knew I