I am not a bright, devoted student who does well in school. I cannot focus enough to study for more than an hour at a time.
I am a person who enjoys watching martial arts and other types of fighting styles. And by that definition, I am someone who has always loved to fight, and spar with others. I sometimes replay videos in my mind about fights that were truly amazing.
Recently I was made keenly aware of how violent, and how much I truly like to fight. I noticed that I would often stare into space, replaying fight scenes that would leave me smirking without me even noticing it. One fight that had managed to stay on my mind for quite some time was a fight from my last karate tournament. In the tournament I had sparred with a teenager that was slightly taller than me. The reason why I remember this fight was because I remember being pumped with adrenaline, and I also remember how exciting it was when I knocked him unconscious for a few seconds by using a swift round house to his left temple.
I remember a few reasons why I had started martial arts. As a child I would always watch kick-boxing matches even though my mom disapproved of them. I had always been asking my parents to take me to a class that would teach karate, but each response was a no. It wasn’t until the summer of 2010 that my parents let me join a martial arts school.
When I had entered the martial arts school, I got very impatient with the learning that I was being given. I wanted to learn all the flying kicks that I had seen in tournaments. I wanted to learn one hit kill techniques that I had always seen in kung fu movies. Though I was expecting all of these amazing things, they didn’t teach me anything special. They made me learn and practice the basics. The only reason why I had stayed at the school for so long was because of the sparring that we practiced there. I could fight all out in an environment where it was perfectly okay to hurt the other opponent, this gave me a...