In a Bamboo City III - The Sensei

Wednesday night, a group of the exchange students from that school down the road came to the dojo. One showed up a little late (by around six minutes or so), but he actually remembered to bow on the way in. Not too shabby. The gaijin kids acted interested enough. Their Japanese wasn't too great, but a few seemed to catch what I was saying. I couldn't help them for too long, though; I still had to teach some class. For pushing 65, I surprise myself sometimes. It takes some effort, even when you've been in the business longer than most of these kids have been alive.