The Story of Me in a Perfect Place

In my perfect place there are many imperfect people. Of course that is okay because no one is perfect. One day I will not forget is when the first time I ever came here. It was during the fall and I was not actually here to do anything related to school. I was over in the feild house for a karate tournament. It was early and no one was really here yet besides some of the masters and other people like me, who like to practice when there is not as many distractions.

I walked into the giant basketball court area and think this place has got to be cool it was a rock climbing wall and a high ropes course, eventhough  I am sure many colleges have these things, I thought this school was special. The tournament started off like all the others...boring. We (all the black belt judges) had to go and have a meeting about fair judging and how we score certian catagories, it is quite boring and repetative. After this though, is where the fun begins.

All the black belt competitors are divided into divisions, which we already know everyone in them, and are diverted out to rings. This process is very slow becuase there are not that many rings running since a majority of the people that run them are competing. Waiting to compete use to be nerve racking but now i am use to it and am not phased as much.

When we finally get to our ring the write our names down and tell us the order we are in, I am always mysterious first a majority of the time. I comepete and then must wait for all the other competitors to do the same. Once everyone is done we have to wait for someone to get the medals and during this time one or all of the judges will give us individual constructive critism. Then they say the places and we recieve our awards. My placement in the particular tournament was first in every event.

Then we judge the gups (which is everyone under black belt).  I was lucky and got Chelsea as my center judge (the person that basically runs the show in the ring). She is like me in the fact that we want to judge as little as humanly possible. During all this stalling we actually talked about school. She is older than me and would obviously know more about college beceause i was still in highschool at the time. She oddly enough goes to this college and had plenty to tell me about it. The things she told me were not what the flyers said, you could say and are how the college truely is.

She was extremely helpful in helping me figure out what school I should go to and if this one was right for me. She was not fearful in talking about money, which is shocking to me how many people are, and this was very helpful.

I still talk to her now but I never see her on campus even though she goes here. Without her help Im not sure if this would have been the college for me, but in some ways I am glad that it is.