At a very young age I was exposed to this sport which many of my classmates made fun of me for being so in love with. That sport is karate, when my mom signed me up for dance lessons at the age of 5 I had entirely no interest. I sat down in the lobby and cried because all I wanted to do was karate. I don’t exactly remember why or how I got the idea of karate at such a young age however I do remember one of my friends participating in karate class before I started.
My mom reluctantly let me begin karate, her only daughter, I’m sure she was hesitant because every mom wants that girly-girl daughter that does dance; well to say the least that wasn’t me. I was the total opposite to be exact, I wore soccer uniforms to school and loved wearing basketball shorts, I was the epitome of a TomBoy growing up.
Flash forward to seventh grade, I had the biggest test of my life appearing at my finger tips, no not a school related test. However, still an educational test, I was going into a room for five whole hours to compete for my right to become a black belt. I can remember the fear of doing karate for five hours straight with endless push-ups, combinations, kempos and katas.
I was in that moment because that’s what I wanted to be, I wanted to stand proud and say I am a black belt in Kempo karate. There was about 20 of us in that room that day, now mind you the studio was small and I mean like maybe comfortably with 20 people in there you’d survive and be okay however this day I swear the temperature in the room was above 100 degrees. All of us kids, testing for our black belts were drenched in sweat, pools and pools of sweat. By the end of the five hours, every one succeeded and we all accomplished our goals of going into that studio coming out successfully with a black belt in hand.
As I relate this experience in time to Interdisciplinary Studies I realize that they are similar to each other. I grew up and most people made fun of me for being a girl in karate, however I could take on anyone of the boys in my classes. I relate this because I started out in Nursing, however when that plan fell through I decided to change my major leading into senior year. Now you can imagine, everyone thought I was crazy and thought I should just stay and try to get back into this program however I knew I wanted to go an obscure way with my process with becoming a nurse. So there I am a five year old little girl that didn’t want to dance and wanted to be different and go with karate.
My education at this point is just like being that five year old little girl choosing to be in the “norms” or I could go outside the box and not let others decide what sport I compete in. The same goes for my career to be a nurse, I will not go through my time becoming a nurse with the thought that if I don’t get there in one direction I’ll never get there. Well it’s not true, working hard and working for yourself and putting yourself first will always overcome the “norms” and putting you exactly where others are but maybe just by taking different roads to get there.