Do you remember the post I did about my awesome math teacher declaring me Watson? Well, she did anot
Notey Note: This one I posted two weeks ago on my tumblr, and again I have dug it up from the depths of my pages to post it here.
If you don’t remember that particular post, then I’ll reblog it after this so you won’t be completely in the dark. Also, if any of my followers have read my earlier blogs you should know that I don’t Johnlock, and if I do Johnlock, it’s about their epic friendship and bromance. This is relevant to this post so I decided to give a heads up.
After class today I went to the student lounge and was doodling on the white board that’s in there. Needless to say I was doodling, “Sherlock was real,” and, “Richard Brook was a fraud,” when these three girls came into the lounge.
They took one look at my doodles and went ballistic.
“ASDJALDJSAD You’re a Sherlockian!!” “I can’t believe we found another one!” “OMG’s BE OUR FRIEND!!”
At first I was ecstatic, because I had literally been searching for other Sherlockians here in the middle-of-nowhere, annnnnd then the ball dropped.
One of the girls grabbed my arm and started, “Gosh we have been looking for another one of us FOREVER. Now come on, let’s go talk about how Sherlock and John make out when no one’s looking. They make such a perfect couple don’t they?”
My answer?
They were quiet for a moment, “….what about Mystrade?”
I then shrugged my shoulders and went on to explain that I don’t Johnlock or ship anyone like Johnlock and I considered them more like epic brothers and such. I was a little disappointed, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still be friends and discuss Sherlock, and I already had a conversation starter in mind. But that’s when I got blistering cold looks from all three girls, and the girl that had a hold of my arm let go and stepped back.
“You DON’T think Sherlock and John are a couple? Or Mycroft and Lestrade? Do live under a rock? Do you even…(skipping this part because she went on pointless rant)….are you a homophobe or something?”
A homophobe? Me? Seriously!?
I was about to go on to explain in a very polite manner that no, I was not a homophobe, that I knew several gay people that I like and a few I was friends with, and other such things, but the chicks just plowed on in a very asinine and rude way. Saying such things that I wasn’t a true Sherlockian if I didn’t believe in the love Sherlock and John had, and continued for a good five minutes of ranting and raving. I stood there with my arms folded, debating whether or not I should just leave before my mounting anger ensued into something dangerous, when I notice my math teacher leaning against the door of the lounge looking at us all with I could only describe as Sherlock’s deduction face. And then this happened.
Teacher shoves away from doorway and walks up to me. “Watson!”
“Yes, Mam?”
“My classroom. Come at once if convenient.”
She then swiveled on her heel and went out the room, but not before turning and saying.
“If inconvenient come anyway.”
In my head I was like:
But on the outside:
I turned toward the now gaping girls and tried my hardest not to give them a smug, superior grin. I only succeeded a little. Their look of astonishment made me say:
They were speechless, something I am forever glad about, and decided it was time for me to leave, but not before I threw this at them.
“Oh, and for your information, the Cumberbatch himself said that Sherlock and John’s relationship was nothing more than brotherly.
And I went off to see my awesome Sherlockian teacher! Turned out she had a test that she had been meaning to return to me for a while, and while I didn’t get such a great grade on it, she gave me a wink and told me to Sherlock on. Made my day big time.
I have a feeling though that when I go back to college Wednesday, those girls are going to be staked out in the lounge, waiting for me to venture forth so they can either (A) Try to find out why my teacher called me Watson (B) Berate me more for my Sherlock/John opinion or (C) All of the above.
Who wants to pick (C)?
If you don’t remember that particular post, then I’ll reblog it after this so you won’t be completely in the dark. Also, if any of my followers have read my earlier blogs you should know that I don’t Johnlock, and if I do Johnlock, it’s about their epic friendship and bromance. This is relevant to this post so I decided to give a heads up.
After class today I went to the student lounge and was doodling on the white board that’s in there. Needless to say I was doodling, “Sherlock was real,” and, “Richard Brook was a fraud,” when these three girls came into the lounge.
They took one look at my doodles and went ballistic.
“ASDJALDJSAD You’re a Sherlockian!!” “I can’t believe we found another one!” “OMG’s BE OUR FRIEND!!”
At first I was ecstatic, because I had literally been searching for other Sherlockians here in the middle-of-nowhere, annnnnd then the ball dropped.
One of the girls grabbed my arm and started, “Gosh we have been looking for another one of us FOREVER. Now come on, let’s go talk about how Sherlock and John make out when no one’s looking. They make such a perfect couple don’t they?”
My answer?
They were quiet for a moment, “….what about Mystrade?”
I then shrugged my shoulders and went on to explain that I don’t Johnlock or ship anyone like Johnlock and I considered them more like epic brothers and such. I was a little disappointed, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still be friends and discuss Sherlock, and I already had a conversation starter in mind. But that’s when I got blistering cold looks from all three girls, and the girl that had a hold of my arm let go and stepped back.
“You DON’T think Sherlock and John are a couple? Or Mycroft and Lestrade? Do live under a rock? Do you even…(skipping this part because she went on pointless rant)….are you a homophobe or something?”
A homophobe? Me? Seriously!?
I was about to go on to explain in a very polite manner that no, I was not a homophobe, that I knew several gay people that I like and a few I was friends with, and other such things, but the chicks just plowed on in a very asinine and rude way. Saying such things that I wasn’t a true Sherlockian if I didn’t believe in the love Sherlock and John had, and continued for a good five minutes of ranting and raving. I stood there with my arms folded, debating whether or not I should just leave before my mounting anger ensued into something dangerous, when I notice my math teacher leaning against the door of the lounge looking at us all with I could only describe as Sherlock’s deduction face. And then this happened.
Teacher shoves away from doorway and walks up to me. “Watson!”
“Yes, Mam?”
“My classroom. Come at once if convenient.”
She then swiveled on her heel and went out the room, but not before turning and saying.
“If inconvenient come anyway.”
In my head I was like:
But on the outside:
I turned toward the now gaping girls and tried my hardest not to give them a smug, superior grin. I only succeeded a little. Their look of astonishment made me say:
They were speechless, something I am forever glad about, and decided it was time for me to leave, but not before I threw this at them.
“Oh, and for your information, the Cumberbatch himself said that Sherlock and John’s relationship was nothing more than brotherly.
And I went off to see my awesome Sherlockian teacher! Turned out she had a test that she had been meaning to return to me for a while, and while I didn’t get such a great grade on it, she gave me a wink and told me to Sherlock on. Made my day big time.
I have a feeling though that when I go back to college Wednesday, those girls are going to be staked out in the lounge, waiting for me to venture forth so they can either (A) Try to find out why my teacher called me Watson (B) Berate me more for my Sherlock/John opinion or (C) All of the above.
Who wants to pick (C)?