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Tonight is Pakua evaluations.

I'm white belt. This means all I need to know is how to kick, block and punch. I don't need to know how to grab, or any fancy moves. And everyone says I look good.

I'm expecting yellow stripes - how far could I advance with only going once a week? Also, that way if I don't get yellow belt, I won't be disappointed.

But.

Even with only going once a week, I've noticed my body is different. Other than the arm, I mean. :(

Visibly different. I'm still round, and my stomach is still further out than my breasts, but the sides are going *in*, not out, and today, when Jonathan hugged me, he said he noticed I was smaller.

I noticed this at the convention, when my bodice dress was comfortable enough to wear most of a day - I only took it off for a nap, and it's a fuss to put on, so I changed into a skirt and sweater afterwards. It was so uncomfortable last Purim that I took it off as soon as I got back from synagogue, even before eating dinner. That was after only a couple of hours. And there were loose spots, even after I'd laced it as tight as I could.

So I'm now scared to death that the orthopedist I'm seeing tomorrow morning will tell me no more pa-kua. It's been such a positive thing in my life and I'd hate to give it up for any reason. I'm already modifying things to spare the arm - no push ups, changing arm positions so I don't go above my head, using my left arm when possible.

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Badfic.

There is a glory to it, sometimes.

Coveting Thy Enemy is a case in point. (Note, it's a multipart story, where the parts are not linked to each other, so this is a search page.)

The grammar is atrocious. The writer has no idea about objective case, nor about absolutes, so someone can be "more superior" in something.

Harry "humbly reclines" the position of prefect.

It's also. Trite. And full of cliche's.

And yet. And yet, I got to chapter 30 and realized there weren't any more and I want more.

I do promise. No laced bodices. No skirts. And Snape doesn't have any curls.


At one point, when Harry is offered the "Honor" of being Prefect, he decides he's not worthy of the position, so he "humbly reclines."

Yellow!!!

There were four white belts at the evaluation.

Three of them have yellow stripes.

I got the yellow belt.

Me. My classmates also all moved up - the two yellow belts are orange and the orange belt is green, but *I* am yellow.