I think it was some of the comments I made about my fellow students. I named no names, of course, and upon rereading some of the posts, I did conclude that it was likely people would think I was being critical and snotty when in fact I was trying to figure out how to deal with situations and personalities that I hadn't dealt with before (my spiritual issues, if you will). I did edit some entries, but stable door, horse, and all that.
Anyhow, here's what happened at the test.
Arriving at the seminar, we're informed by the examiner that candidates will be practicing together in a group where he could observe them and decide whether they were actually ready to take the test.
Of course, I went straight into panic mode - here I'd been practicing for nearly a year and the possibility that I would not make the final cut was nerve-wracking, to say the least.
Well, the seminar drew to a close for the day, and the candidates were told to line up in the front row, with their ukes (can't remember now if they were behind us or just scattered randomly). Off to one side there was a confab going on between the head examiner and the panel. I don't know how I knew it was about me, but I sensed that it was. My uke told me not to worry, it wasn't likely they were going to cut anyone.
Then one of the examiners broke away from the pack and padded down the line of candidates.
The examiner was my head instructor.
(My uke told me afterward he had a moment of panic himself at this point.)
She came to tell me that the head examiner had decided he would promote me without my having to take the test.
"What?" said I. "Why?" And then realized I was being impolite and said, quietly, "All right. Thank you." Of course, I was devastated - all that hard work, and I wasn't going to have the chance to show what I had learned?
Turns out that the "What? Why?" wasn't as quietly spoken as I'd thought.
My instructor went back to the head examiner, conferred for a few minutes more, and then came back and said I could take the test.
My squawk had been heard, and as a result, the decision was reversed.
There were 7 candidates for 1st kyu. They were called up in pairs. One thing I realized very quickly was that the techniques being called for were not necessarily the techniques on the list for that level - the examiner was calling out any technique at random.
Oi.
Fortunately, there were only a few techniques, but it was painful watching the first 2 because they were first, and I guess they were nervous. One guy kept doing iriminage when the technique called for was shihonage.
The first 2 finished, the next 2 went up.
That left 3, and all 3 of us were called up at the same time.
Then the examiner decided he wanted to see me on my own, so he sent the other 2 candidates back.
Then he started calling out techniques.
Moritetori iriminage, moritetori shihonage, ryotetori kotegaeshi and shomenuchi iriminage were all I had to do, and of them only the first two were actually on the 1st kyu list. I had a moment of panic because I couldn't remember the last time I had practiced ryotetori kotegaeshi, so I improvised. That one I had to repeat three times, the second time because I didn't do it dynamically and once more because I forgot to pin (I realized I hadn't pinned the second time so I did it once more with the pin). That was all; I was dismissed and the last two candidates came up and did their tests.
There was, I think, another confab where the examiner was persuaded to let me do the randori. There were only two attackers; I dealt with them handily.
At that point my test was over, so I could relax and watch the rest of the levels. I didn't know if I'd passed or not, but at least I had the satisfaction of knowing that I was able to rise to the challenge and that I did the test to the best of my ability.
Candidates for shodan, nidan and sandan tested.
More conferring. There were the usual comments and critiques and then....
The examiner was beckoning one of the candidates to come forward. It took me a few seconds to realize he was beckoning towards me.
I thought, oh my.
So I went forward, and he brought me to the examiners' table, and through the translator told me he thought I had done a remarkable test and he was giving me a commendation.
I was floored. Dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. You name it.
I came back to the line so weak at the knees I thought I was going to collapse.
Talk about your Hollywood, Karate Kid moment! Stuff like that only happens in the movies, I would have said, until it happened to me.
I had a number of people tell me afterwards how well I performed on my test. People were telling me the next day how good they thought my test was, and even a month afterward, at a class being taught by a guest instructor, visitors to the dojo who were at the testing told me how well I had done.
It was quite overwhelming and a very humbling, yet exhilarating experience. I know I put in a lot of hard work, a lot of worry with techniques I found physically challenging like suwari waza and han mi han dachi. Some techniques I had to completely relearn from the ground up because I had been doing them one way and the coach I had conscripted knew the examiner wanted them done a different way. I forgot to mention that my knees were sore from all the practice I had been putting in and during the test I was wearing a wrist brace because the tendinitis had flared up rather badly in my right wrist and the pain was excruciating.
So that is the story of what happened at my test.
And this Sunday I officially begin practicing for my shodan test.