Still no sign of David, but Jamire, Iz, and Abraham came to class today. I was extremely happy to see Iz and Abraham because I was afraid that I would be stuck for the whole hour and a half alone with Jamire. Don't get me wrong -- Jamire is a nice enough kid. But the whining about "I'm tired" and constantly making conversation and asking incessant questions to avoid doing training has gotten on my last nerve. Jamire was also going on about being sleepy and his stomach allegedly hurting, too.
When sparring began, I put Iz and Jamire in first. Jamire was using both of his fists, crossing his feet, turning his back, and allowing Iz to pummel him every time he was backed into a corner. It wasn't much better when I put Abraham in. Abraham caught Jamire with a straight right to the chin. Jamire crashed to the canvas.
For a second, I thought that Jamire had been knocked out. His mouthpiece was laying to one side on the canvas. Jamire wasn't moving. Abraham and Iz also rushed over to see if he was okay. Jamire shook his head "no", so I removed his headgear and made him sit up. Abraham gave him some water. "Do you want to keep going?" he asked Jamire. Jamire shook his head again. I let Iz and Abraham spar for an extra round and told Jamire no more sparring for him today. Iz and Abraham both gave Jamire advice on how to do better the next time.
At the end of class, Jamire's grandmother arrived to pick him up and I told her what happened. She smiled, "He just has to get used to it." Jamire has changed his mind about participating in next week's boxing show, so that leaves me with just three contenders instead of four (that's if David ever shows up). "I think I need some more experience," Jamire told me and his grandmother.
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