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Myself

Myself My greatest achievement took place when I was in eighth grade. It was when I became a master of the basics of Karate. It was when I had received my first degree black belt. I had taken Martial Arts for nine years before that and I was very excited to had finally gotten it. I was a third degree red belt when I became devoted toward reaching my goal of the black belt. Witnessing all of my fellow students receive black belts before me was even more motivating. They had all been a higher belt than me at the time. I pushed forward, continuing my training. I wanted my goal more and more. I would instruct a class everyday before I actually fell into my own class. I would tell my students to keep trying hard and keep their will power up. I wanted them to feel the same way I did about reaching for the same goal in which I was achieving. I would treat my students with discipline and respect, they would return attitude showing they have discipline and respect. Each day, in every exercise I would partake in, I would show a hundred and ten percent just to show my master that I was ready. After about two years of more training he told me I was ready. I was training for the actual black belt test held in Tiajuana, in front of Mr. Norris himself. He is the president of our federation. I was breaking boards, performing katašs, and sparring freestyle for hours. I was training three times during the school week including Saturdays as well. I had become more interested and understanding about martial arts. Finally, I had it down. I was completely ready for whatever the judges would throw at me. I had my board breaking kata down, the regular eleven katas down, my own custom katas down, and was ready to fight whoever I had to fight. The pressure of standing in front of so many skillful fighters was amazing. Just standing in front of them made me determined not to mess up and to do my best. After all, I didnšt want to make a fool of myself. I pushed on with great success throughout the test. I had passed all the individual segments, until sparring started. I fought well the entire time. I made it to the final bout. The situation was I either get first place or third place. either way I receive a black belt. Basically I couldnšt lose. Standing in my fighting stance. I gazed deeply into my opponents eyešs. łFight!˛, yelled out the judge. Before I knew it an axe kick was headed straight for my face. In an attempt to block it, my arm was going up as the heel of my opponents foot connected with my nose following through and kicking my arm as well. I thought I had only blinked, but when my watery eyešs cleared up I was on my back looking up at people checking to see if Išm all right. In the states that move is illegal, but it was Tiajuana so everything was good for my opponent. Neither myself nor anybody else was aware that my nose had broken with that kick, because no blood was shed, therefore I had to go on. I would have won by disqualification if only the judges or I knew my nose was broken. Once again I was in my fighting stance, but this time suffering from blurry vision. All I heard was łFight!˛ again, of course the kid was charging at me again. This time I caught a nice side kick to his stomach, the judge did not call off the point so I kept moving. I then came around with a spinning heel kick and just barely missed his face as he leaned back. Still spinning with momentum of that last kick I continued to spin, but ducked down and spun on my knee attempting to pull off a blind heel sweep. My heel then caught the kid in the knee instead of his ankle breaking his leg right before my eyešs. I kneeled in respect as judges came down to aid his broken leg. I kneeled awaiting a decision. Then an announcement was made, łDue to disqualification, you have received the third place trophy, yet failure to receive the first degree black˛. Still kneeling I put my face in the mat. Not only was I shattered from disbelief, but my nose really hurt. Still at that point neither the judges nor did I know my nose was broken. If anybody was aware of the situation it would have been me with first place and my black belt. Later on after I found out my nose was broken, I was awarded my black belt by my instructor. It was official, but not quite such an issue as to reassign another black belt test. I Had gotten what I had worked hard for. I wanted to reach a goal, personally I needed to show everybody that they could have faith in me and know that Išm not just all talk. It took a lot of hard work, time, and devotion to receive my black belt, but those are the sacrifices for achieving great goals. Bibliography:

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