Touched
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One of my least favourite things in the world is being scrutinised, stared at. I don't like being "on display". It's part of why I don't sing in public.
So, when I realised that my sensei would sometimes spend the end of classes making us all display what we'd learned that day, how we were progressing overall, I sure wasn't tickled any shade of any kind of pink. The class is split into groups based on experience, and frequently I'm the only one in my chunk of the class. So, it's me and the sempai who worked with me that day. I think I'd find it a tad less traumatising if he'd let the more newbie of us go first - but he doesn't.
He did it again Wednesday night.
Katas one, two, and six - me and D. (who, I have to tell you, is a fabulous teacher, an absolutely lovely man).
I (figuratively) closed my eyes, grit my teeth, and ripped off the performance band-aid, as I do every time, and after it was all over, sensei complimented the improvement he found in D. (which he attributed to his teaching me. Sensei is a big believer in teaching - a) because teaching others helps you improve, and b) because, and I quote, "it is wrong not to teach".), and then he talked about my improvement, while everyone else watched, and how it was a far better thing than the first time I walked into the dojo.
... and then he clapped.
... and I got a round of applause from the entire room.
Go me?
I still don't like being scrutinised.