Oh I am SO an absolute champion!  I have been to THREE classes and I am a champion. Hah!  You don't believe me do you?

Apparently, I have this little man......on my shoulder?  He is telling me I am no good and that I am making a fool of myself and blahblahblah.  He is there.  I KNOW it 'cause I have heard the little so and so before. 

Anyway.  Our instructor was telling us about this little man and how we cannot listen.  Don't.  Listen.  To.  Him.  People.

OK, I no listen.  So I am talking myself up.  I am a champion at this Taekwondo thing.  I can do it and I look wonderful.  Well, I WILL look wonderful at my next class because I am picking up my humungous uniform tomorrow.  Now I have to learn the whole complicated belt tying ritual.  I am sure it is something like - you can only tie the belt with your left hand at sunrise while kneeling over a flowering orchid and chanting in Korean.  Or something like that.  Which I will have SUCH trouble with because, well, I am not that kind to orchids unfortunately.  I love them.  But alas, I kill them.  So no flowering orchids for my tying ritual I'm afraid.

But anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I will look the part.  Never mind that I haven't a CLUE, it doesn't matter.  I will LOOK like I have a clue. (oh there is that little man skulking along muttering little somethings at me.....'she doesn't have a clue, try hard upstart grumpf haksmnty hrrffffsnm smmzzbop')

Shoosh up little man.