So although I finally passed ikkyu today, I wonder what good that does me in real life--as I was getting off the train today some boarding black kids, a gaggle with Sunny D in plastic cups, flung a cup at my head, and it was unclear what I should do--what with being Asian and all, I wouldn't want to think that we just take cups of juice like that without a response. But then again, what is accomplished by yelling and fighting--it's the sort of thing I haven't learned enough kendo to really deal with in the right way. It's also the teacher's dilemma--the way a teacher in the city always feels the urge to tell the rowdies to sit down and shut up, but of course the MTA is not a classroom....