Yeah... First ever journal entry! Don't hate me because I have yet to post a picture... I haven't a scanner, and feel a digital camera is unworthy of DeviantArt if one wants to be taken seriously as an artist. *shrugs*

Well, I'm posting something here because I don't know how to pass the firewall on my school's computer yet. Which really sucks because I prefer my blog on Myspace. But it won't keep me from fretting here. My dad gave me the responsibility to train the two new girls that are going to be working out with us. Do you know what kind of responsibility that is?!!! I know I sure as hell do! My third dan is riding on whether or not these kids get their brown belts! Can I really handle that kind of pressure?! I'm not that good of a teacher, and I don't know how to customize a workout based on someone else's needs. I'm not that good! How do I know how many pull-ups a girl who weighs 85-pounds soaking wet can do if she's the type of chick with no muscle tone and is only skinny because of good genetics?! How do I know what type of skinny-twig-girl she is?! Is she the type that worked for it or is she the lazy type with no motivation but won't ever max 110 pounds before she turns 30? How am I going to help them get good? I don't know how to train someone who's tiny and light. I've only ever trained with guys who attack the same way they train: Headstrong like a freight-train. That's how I fight when I have to. Before I can teach someone to move like a butterfly and lash out like a whip in order to fell their opponent... I have to learn how to fight that way myself. These girls are not going to fight the same way I do. They're not built for it. But I don't know what they are built for. I don't know what they can and can't do because I'm not a teacher. I'm going to need Dad's help for this one. If he can show me what I need to know/do, then maybe, maybe I can do this...