My last straw with my old kung-fu school came when the new promised sparring nights where actually, uh.. forms night. I also had an epiphany when I did a kick blocking drill with one of the senior students and he started limping around and had to stop the drill because of the *intense* pain after I, very lightly, blocked one of his roundhouses with my shin. I realized that this school just didn't have tough people in it, so I left.
In only slightly related, but somewhat amusing, news, I actually ran into my old sifu at a party last saturday. It was three in the morning, and I was getting ready to leave. Then I see the guy lying in a couch, roaring drunk, decked out in an old jeans jacket, looking like an 80's metal head. He shouted at me to come over and started badgering me for quitting his school. I just said I was tired of pretending to be a crane, and that I did BJJ now. He just said "fair enough," and almost looked a little hurt. I would have loved to have had a drunken debate about training methods, but sadly I had to catch the buss home.