Still basking in post-grading glory, I thought I'd have my own go at photoshopping a few photos of the grading, proddly moreso for myself than anyone else.
So, let the games begin!
This is me beating up on the 'other gal' grading with me. See how I've got her right hand in my left? See how it's bandaged? Yeah, I'm a bitch and was so nervous I forgot it was hurt. It's also funny because in the unedited photo (I'm serious! that's not my real face!) I'm looking all angry and tough and stuff and she's a gimpy-handed cripple (since sneaky breaking practice).
Don't feel sorry for her - here she is getting some back on three pieces of wood with her elbow. She broke em and, according to our master, looked priceless with relief when that happened.
And here she is getting some back on some our first and second dans. She's kneeing my brother in the balls here (the guy on the left does that eyebrow thing all the time in real life, and the guy on the right is one of ones I had to tell off on Monday so he gets a dumb face).
This time I'm the one attacking my brother. I cut my finger open on the first break, so I'm actually covering his uniform in blood with my 'enthusiastic' contact.
This was one of the fights. I just wanted to include it because I'm winning for once and there's not much proof of that anywhere else *gloaty gloat gloat*
~ TJ: Hope you noticed the lovely garden outside ;o)
Here are the first, second and third dans after the grading (obviously one of the more relaxed poses). Sexiest damn school in Canberra.
And here's my toe after I pivotted all the skin off it and had to trim a chunk off with nail scissors to stop it flapping around: