So there are plenty of hilarious moments to report, I'm sure, such as the all-Latino rumble that almost erupted in science class today when the discussion turned to whether or not the apple in the Genesis story is actually an apple or not--there was quite a pandemonium of disagreement, and I still am not sure what exactly the alternative was, just some sort of metaphorical apple.

So the promotion test was remarkably crowded, which was nice in that it was good to see a fair chunk of the kendoka on the east coast. The only troubling thing, despite my inability to get any sort of real practice in--we were two rows deep shomen to exit--was the striking resemblance of the gathered to the clientele of the Web--a mix of too-young Asian kids, too-old white guys, and a bunch of older men. I exaggerate of course--even the Web is too hip to sport pleated pants.

I'm just amused these days, because I keep on giggling at the thought of Sensei saying, "That's what Kendo is." in all manner of inappropriate circumstances.