Frustration

So, I haven't been to an IHC class since before the banquet. The first class after the banquet I had just recovered from a fever, and my parents told me no school no kung fu. I missed Monday-Wednesday, so I missed kung fu. Thursday, though, I got sucked it up, went to school, thinking "Kung fu tonight, Kung fu tonight, Kung fu tonight!" All day. I was so excited to see everyone with their new weapons, and then, my parents told me I should stay home. I put up a fight, was a rotten child, whined a bit, but I still couldn't go, as I was sick. I started to get frustrated. I went through school, I got better, I was fine, yet I was restricted by wiser folk who know more about what you should and shouldn't do when your sick than I do. So I missed kung fu, and a cranky Simon went to bed.

I went to class Monday and Wednesday this week, and it felt great. Now, all week, in my head, I was getting excited for IHC Thursday. I couldn't wait. I knew after school Thursday would be tight, as I had a running practice from 2:30-3:30, a haircut in the city from 4:30-6:00, an open house welcome thing at the highschool from 7:00 to when ever, then kung fu from 8:30 - 9:30. I was sure I could get to everything. But throughout the whole open house, I was checking the time, and I felt I rushed some areas that I should have looked around more into. Even with my high speed go-through, we finished late. I was greatly dissapointed by not going to kung fu, I was in my shut down mode I mentioned in my last blog. Learning to control my attitude when I'm frustrated is another one of the many things I have to work on. All in all, I'm that much more excited for next week IHC. And crossing my fingers nothing gets in my way this time.