Week 7ish - And there was much rejoicing

Practice was cancelled on Sunday before last, so I tried to practice every day during the week instead. I kinda rot at that. I'm not a daily anything sort of person, I've discovered. Anyway, I did manage a few days of practice, which actually seemed to help- to the point I wanted to share my success with my instructor. This is the sort of thing the poor guy has to put up with:

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Looklooklook! Three swings, three cuts! I just practiced until I got the whistles three times in a row then stepped up and I sliced 'em up! ZWERCHAU! First was an oberhau, and it worked perfectly! There's still water in the jug and it barely moved, just the top went skittering off across the table you can see. The other two were unterhaus, only I wasn't sure I was doing it right because they're so slow they barely whistle but it worked! I was too far away on the middle one so just clipped the side and knocked off the cap but the last one sliced almost all the way through but the sticker held it together so I must've turned the sword a bit at the end but I did it! And no bottle bruises from baseball-batting them either- not one dent!
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Apparently I channel a six year old on a week-long sugar high when I get excited. That of course glosses over the repeated shouted exclamations of "Zwerchau!" that startled the dog and the squirrels, and my trash talking of the innocent plastic jugs that I was decimating. A girl must ever maintain her ladylike demeanor, after all.