Kung fu is treating me like a noob but I have a plan of attack. Practice my forms until they are as normal as brushing my teeth. I still haven't really met anyone else in my class, but I did see some 10 year olds kicking the crap out of some boards, finishing some testing from the tae kwon do class next door. They were black belts.
Z walks into the house, home from his parents', with a container of fresh dumplings (the type that are like a pouch of bread-y goodness with pork and delicious inside) that are a bazillion times better than anything you could order in a restaurant.