My dojo

I feel like talking about my dojo. The aura around that place is amazing. I never walk out of the dojo upset. There's people there that I see outside of my every day life, out of my continuous string of school and work. During the summer, it becomes a bigger priority. I go every time I possibley can, which would mean six classes per week. I see the regular people there. The instructors, my friends, Sifu. I'll talk a bit about them.

Sifu:
"Sifu" meaning teacher in Chinese. Sifu really has earned the title of "Siju", which means master in Chinese, but decided that Sifu qualified good enough by his standards (I did research on that...amazing what you can find on the internet). He's a really interesting person. I hear good things about him. I hear bad things about him. At first, I was so interested in his character, I didn't know how to look at him. Now I look up to him. He's like....a mutt....I guess you could say, if that makes sense. He's a mix. He's not just one thing, he's several other. He's kind, mean, compassionate, serious, easy-going, he's just Sifu. I didn't have the best impression about him at first, but now I think he's amazing. I also believe I'm the only one of the kids to realize that he can read minds. It became obvious me earlier this year. It may sound crazy, but it's totally and completely possible and true.

Mr. Trent:
Bubbly and excited. Always smiling. He has lines on his face from smiling 24/7. He's really bouncy too. Literally, the first time I saw him he was jumping up and down. He's not a kid, he looks like he's twenty-something-or-other. His presense is always enjoyable. He's someone that would make the most depressed person of the most depressed people on this entire planet smile.

Miss M:
In my opinion, she would make an excellent teacher. Of course, she's only about twenty, so I don't think she nessecarily would get all the respect she deserves. She's someone I can relate too. She understands what I feel I guess. You can't really describe what it's like, it's just something you'd have to experience for yourself.

Mrs. D:
She reminds me of my mom. Only older. And a bit happier. 'Nough said.

Mr. G:
Now he is a teacher. He sticks out too. He seems sort of like an akward person. Not a very good younger-kid-person. He's stiff, and when he talks, it's almost monotone. And he scares me somewhat.

Then I have my kung-fu friends. I love them. They're like siblings to me. Everyone at that dojo feels like a sibling to me. It's just....kind of like a long-lost family. If I don't go there for a long time, I feel terrible. Like I'm homesick. I'm pretty sure it's homesickness. I miss it there.