Pretty bad, to be honest. One of the masters is terrified of me, apparently, and my instructor keeps forgetting that I'm training to be an instructor. I used to lead a ten minute warm-up every class, but now I'm lucky to lead 45 seconds of stretching. Two of the masters (the one who's scared of me because of how I never talk and this other guy) said Instructor________ was training me wrong, that I "need more time to adapt." Seriously? I'm not normal, okay? If you would just LET ME LEAD PART OF THE CLASS EVERY DAY like you used to, I wouldn't stammer. Now I do nothing for like two weeks and then all of a sudden it's like, "Hey, Samurai, you're leading stretching." LAST TIME I FORGOT HOW TO COUNT. THAT'S HOW NERVOUS I WAS.
Also, Instructor________ isn't letting me advance as an instructor (lead more than 45 seconds of stretching, for example) until I'm happier. Because basically this is what happened.
First: I was complaining a lot. My instructor said, "Hey, if something's going on, you can talk to me."
Second: I was talking to another instructor who I hadn't seen in forever. He asked me how school was going, and I told him the truth: it was going horrible, and I cried almost every day. He said, "Hope things get better for you. If you ever need to, you can talk to me or Instructor________.'
Third: The next week, Instructor________ was at the other school, and we had the master who, after this class, was scared of me. He was scared of me because I was really quiet and intimidating, even though I was actually scared of HIM. He could sense that something was wrong, and he told Instructor________.
Fourth: I finally talked to Instructor________ about it. So everything's better now, a little bit. I'm still not as happy as I'd like to be.
. . . I did a terrible job of explaining this . . .