The air in the dojo was electric.
Kids with gap-toothed smiles fidget with their belts nervously waiting for the class to begin. Anxious parents line the walls with cellphone cameras pointed at their “little karate kid”. I was one of them.
This was my son’s fourth class and my first class. Today I was on a survey mission. My goal was to “evaluate” just how serious he was about Karate. You see, my basement is filled with artifacts of false starts, and “cool” activities that my firstborn never quite finished. Today I was looking for evidence that the dojo was a waste of time and money too.