I had my third fencing class tonight, and I think that I can now officially admit that I am in love with stabbing things and I think I am going to try to keep this up forever.  I’ve always found swordplay in movies to be fun to watch, and (this is a big nerd-admission right here), I’ve always spent my time when I’m walking around campus or school choreographing huge drawn-out duel sequences in my head, to be translated into written form at some point when I reach those scenes in my book.

My current goal is to learn foil, as that is our class – then I’m going to try to learn saber, because saber looks really fun.  But that’s like a really long-term goal, I want to be a competent foil-fencer before i pick up another kind of sword.  Check back in with me in a couple years, we’ll see where I am.

In the mean time, I’m the one in the beginner fencing class.  The one who is having trouble keeping his footwork right, and keeps extending improperly.  But hey, he’s working on it – and left-handed fencing is wierd.  Cut him in slack.

He’ll get it eventually.