I’ve been studying Aikido since 1975. The UC Extension catalog listed an Aikido class at $50.00 and a tai chi class at $65.00, and I had $50.00, so I signed up for the Aikido class.
When that class was over, several of us began looking for dojos, so we could continue, and one of us found the Aikido Institute, then on College Avenue, and gave a favorable report. So I ventured in, on a Sunday morning in October, 1975, and stayed ever since. And now I’m a yon-dan.
I went to study with Saito Sensei in Iwama, Japan, in 1982. Several people from our dojo, including Deborah Maizels, were already living and working there, which eased the way a bit. It was an educational and enjoyable experience.
There were several senseis at our dojo before I earned my sho-dan: Bruce Klickstein, the dojo-cho, needed to be in Japan for some time, so to fill in, we had Bill Witt, Hans Goto, Stan Pranin and Tom Everett. Latterly, my senseis have been Kim Peuser and Hoa Newens.
My working life as a public librarian gave me some mornings off, and after I’d been promoted to san-dan, I taught a morning class from 9:00—10:30 once a week. It was usually a small class—uchi deshi and a couple of others—and I was able to give much individual instruction. Then Hoa Sensei asked whether I could take over one of the alternate Saturday morning slots, which my work schedule permitted, so there I still am. With a larger class, I focus on appropriate levels of training for everyone, trying to make sure everyone “gets” it, and has fun at the same time.
I am still studying because I still have occasional break-throughs, and maybe I can get to the next level.
Our dojo is a special place. No one jeers at others’ mistakes. The expectation is that we all do our best, whatever it is, and we all try to help each other make it better.