Since i've known my teacher for many years, as a family friend, I know him as Joe. I'm friends with his son, i live down the street from his mother, his sister is a good friend of my mother, and we work at the same job. So he's Joe. Wasnt ever Mr. Foster in my eyes. Then i started training back in February, and although i'm supposed to call him sir in class, or Master Foster, i sometimes forget, and say 'Hey Joe, can you help me with this??' which looks very bad in front of everyone else.
I feel so stupid everytime i do it, but its hard to get out of that.
Other stupid things:
Was punching the bag, and Mr. Teacher was holding the bag, and he just wanted me to go nuts and hit as hard as i could, and forget technique for a moment, and just get it all out. And so i was rockin the bag for a minute or two, and wasnt even thinking anymore, and then he said 'stop,' but i didnt really hear and so he let go of the pad, because he thought i heard him, and i punched the bag right back into his face. I actually thought he was going to murder me on the spot.
When i was learning the spinning outer crescent kick i whipped around too quickly before learning to balance it, and fell on my ***.
Before class me and Joe had gotten some Mcdonalds, and i didnt feel well, and so while doing our situps (leg lifts to be exact) i accidentally let rip the most extraordinary gastric anomale ever. He just laughed it off, but i still felt like a moron in front of everyone else.
After class one day we were playing chess, and while trying to trap his queen, he checkmated me. Ya... he's smarter then me too.