Men on the streets: Fear Me.

Today, I graduated from self-defense class. I don't remember much about the final simulation, except for at one point I realized I wasn't yelling for help, and proceeded to do so.

When I walked into the hallway afterwords, the freshman girls looked at me solemnly.

"You were really loud."

At least, I wanted to tell them, I fought. That probably wouldn't happen in real life, because on the "fight or flight" scale, my instinct leans for flight about 99% of the time. This has been proven on many occasions. But, it is now good to know that I have yet another option that I'm good at: yelling my guts out.