Sunday, October 02, 2005
. . .Like 7th Grade Girls. . .
It turns out I (as well as another colleague of mine) am the subject of gossip once again. Last year, the rumor was that I was failing second year--I guess I was too vocal about my exaggerated dismay at my one bad exam grade (that kind of thing doesn't embarass me) and some folks decided to jump to conclusions and spread rumors.
Those same folks are at it again, not getting their facts straight, jumping to conclusions, judging, and yapping their jaws. Why? I don't know. For attention? Maybe. Because they just like to talk? Probably. Drama is fun if you're a drama queen, I guess.
What to do. Get mad? No--as long as it stays harmless. Annoyed? Sure--who woudn't be? Amused? Why not--I guess I could revel in the fact that someone finds me worthy gossip fodder. . .
It's weird knowing that people who don't even know you are watching you, hanging onto every word you utter, using their creative energies to fill in the blanks, and talking about you over and over again.
So far it's been harmless, but we need to grow up here, guys. It's just not cool. Find another hobby.
The real kicker: the gossip queens are actually the most "blue-collar" guys in the school,
manly men, and they're once again acting like a bunch of (pardon the sexism) . . .
girls.
Vet school never ceases to amaze and entertain.
