I must admit I was apprehensive about being a n00bie again. I'm fairly introverted by nature; this is why I have to acquire a pint of cider the instant I arrive at a londonfurs meet. I've been doing karate for two years and I'm only just at the point where I can walk confidently into the dojo, greet everyone by name and make small talk until the class starts, and now I'm facing a roomful of strangers again.
It was an interesting class - it's good to experience different teaching styles, and I found to my surprise I was fit enough to keep up with the vast numbers of pressups expected of us. I fear that having set the precedent, though, I'll have to keep on going twice a week. On the one hand, I'll be twice as fit, twice as trim and twice as mean as previously *ahem*. OTOH, I'll be spending twice as much money on classes. And I'll have to invest in a second gi 'cause I don't have time to wash it between Tuesday and Wednesday, which probably contravenes the 'show respect to your fellow students' rule.
Last night's regular lesson had a pitifully poor attendance of 7, possibly England match-related, which meant that I was the highest graded student there (actually there were two other orange belts, but they sneakily arranged themselves so that I was at the end of the row). This in turn meant I got to lead the bowing in and bowing out ceremonies at the start and finish of the class. I told them when to close their eyes! I told them when to open them again! I controlled the vertical! I controlled the horizontal! In Japanese!
I was on a high all evening over it.