How did you feel the first time you walked into you dojo? Dojang? Kwoon? Were you intimidated? Were you nervous? Were you immortal? The first day I walked into the dojang, I was so anxious. I didn't really know what to expect; so, I puffed out my chest and called forth all the military discipline I could and stood as stiff as possible and did exactly what I was told. My first sparring, too, was stiff and formal because I was certain I was going to go home with a broken bone or bloody something. Naturally, I learned I could relax and I never got a broken bone; though, I have had several bloody somethings since then. How was your first day?