I’ve been procrastinating this post for over a week now, mainly in the hopes that I’ll ‘Get Over It’. Seriously.
But after all this time there is simply no getting over anything.
I’ve been exposed.
Take a stroll with me down memory lane if you will…
As you all already know, I’m a MenTut.* But, on top of that, I also do some tutoring for Chemistry in languages other than English for students whose first language isn’t English. So, a couple of weeks ago a bunch of us Chemistry Home Language Tutors were called together to get some information and guidance from the program coordinator. In I walked, oblivious, hoping the meeting would go quickly because I was kinda hungry and it was kinda our lunch break. I sat with a few of my friends who are also tutoring, and then in walked another friend of mine with her boyfriend. I’ll call him HBB1*. Anyway my friend and her beau sat on my other side and the meeting commenced.
During a lull in the meeting, a few subdiscussions started and here is the one that inspired this post:
HBB1: Hey, MedicalRose, can I ask you a personal question.
Me: (the epitome of grace and graciousness because I’m one with few secrets and nothing to hide) Yeah, sure.
HBB1: (glances cautiously at girlfriend) So, I was surfing the internet the other day and I can’t remember what I was googling, but one of the first results was this blog called The Idiot’s Guide To MedSchool…
Me: (loses all grace and graciousness because HELLO this is the one secret I’d kill to keep and the one thing I’d die to hide) Um…
HBB1:…and I was wondering, you wouldn’t by any chance have anything to do with that, would you?
Me: Um…huh…what would make you think that???
HBB1: Well it’s obviously someone from our University because we’re the only Medschool that opened that early and the MenTut thing along with the posts about our class were kind of a give away…
HBB1: Then there’s the whole thing about balconies, which only one res on Med campus actually has…
Me: (Tachyarrhythmias, KILL ME NOW!)
HBB1: And I know that isn’t very specific, but you speak about the Sabbath on a few posts so…that kinda only leaves you.
Me: There are a bunch of Adventists in my res.*
HBB1: But only two in second year. And only one who is as in love with music as the writer of that blog clearly is.
I won’t further embarrass myself by chronicling how I practically begged them not to tell anyone-because how can I blog under the SCRUTINY of my peers-but I can assure you it was not pretty.
So there you have it. I’ve been exposed. And as much as I should be happy that I actually know now that humans read my blog (you can’t trust dashboard stats, you know, what with the aliens intercepting our satelites in hopes of sending the mothership to fetch me) it is really more freaky than anything else. Because I have four drafts of posts about some of my more interesting classmates. And countless other posts that I’m not sure I’d actually want someone who sees me every day to see.
How does one continue to blog honestly once they’ve been exposed???
And, darn it, HBB1: DID YOU HAVE TO TELL ME?