Fear... Maybe my first head instructor, just a bit. Not that the man himself gave any reason, as I knew he had perfect control and was perfectly friendly outside the studio. But to look at him, you knew he could squash you like a grape. He'd been through a lot of fights, and done a lot of damage- and survived just as much. I have a LOT of respect for him, and wish I had spoken to him more. Now. Haha, not a chance. At the new school, there's plenty of ego to go around, and the instructor has less control, but the only fear response I get is nearly being run over by a car or bus on the way in. I may not always feel they deserve my respect, but I always give it. That's nothing the school or people could ever hope to accomplish- that's ME.