*Warning: Content is extremely hard to believe. Some may faint.*
[whoever or (with all due respect) " whatever" you are (because all creatures human and non-human are welcome, by all means), whether it's your first time your millionth time, or your last time ever clicking on the link to my blog,]
It had been recently revealed to me from the spirits that run the world and community of blogging (cough-cough-not really), that for some strange but not so strange reason that has been unknown to me, many have been lead to believe that my blog had magically manifested itself on earth one day and have failed to know the backstory of how it all started. In other obvious and unnecessary words that will make me appear rather redundant, very few know how it all began. Well, lucky for every one of you who decided to click on the link to my blog, you will get to hear, no, read, the story of Dr. Zee before there even was Dr. Zee in 19, before there even any mention of STLCOP in my life. So here it goes. But before you do, feel free to microwave yourself a bag of popcorn and gain countless calories conveniently in a matter of minutes. Enjoy:
Truth be told, before there was Dr. Zee, mind you, Dr. Zee in 19 to be exact, along with the outrageous posts ranging from gaining the Freshman Fifteen, Biology rants, to even the most bizarre rant about losing my lanyard for five very long and dreaded hours that almost cost me my sanity and my wallet and have ultimately scarred me to life making me all the more paranoid about losing items that belong to me, nonetheless, items that I paid for, to the most famous one about Blogger’s Block, there was just me…there was just Afreen, my actual name that caused me to publish a post on the challenges of having a foreign name especially when many struggle to pronounce it.
Before STLCOP, I was definitely not the same person I was when I stepped foot on campus. Contrary to popular belief, I was extremely quiet. Actually, take that back. I was practically mute. In fact, I remember giving a group presentation in which my own classmates at the time had to give each one of our group members feedback. All I remember is most people asking me what my name was. In my junior year of high school. And even after coming far after my awkward stages of adolescence with untamed frizzy hair and giant classes, there was still I much needed to improve. I was determined to make those changes prior to coming to STLCOP the summer after my senior year.
Only a few months ago (more like back in August 2013), I would have never believed that I would have the courage and even the guts in myself to click “Publish” and make my thoughts public to the whole universe including potential students who were researching STLCOP and wanted to see it from a current student’s interesting perspective on what it’s like to eat, breath, and sleep the life of a big, hairy, and yellow, Eutectic…only I’m not big, and hairy. I’m just brown. Nor would I have ever expected, even setting foot on campus, that there would be many who would even bother to read this blog and its random and dryly sarcastic content. In fact, I was expecting the very worst. Hearing stories of people of the past and present who have been tantalized and harassed for their views (thank you history class, Google, and Wikipedia), as well as a suggestion from my (if I should call him my supervisor?) to always come to the Office of Diversity and Inclusion if I were ever to be bothered by anyone initially gave me chills and a whole lot of a feeling called reluctance with a capital R. I was under the impression that I would have people endlessly sending me hate mail filled with four worded insults and limitless threats. I was expecting to get epic, first class slushy treatment in all ways Glee style, not for singing (I’d probably deserve one considering how heavenly my singing voice sounds), but for blogging about my life here. Would I have to use the duck-and-walk technique and rely on the protection of bushes to get to class in fear of being bullied? Or worse: would I have to wear a brown paper bag on my head and poke a hole in it so I would be able to breathe and still set foot outside my room? Would I have to stay like a hermit in my room in fear of being ostracized by potential haters around me? These were the very thoughts that were running through my mind and my consciousness, and maybe even in my bloodstream…which probably doesn’t make any anatomical nor biological sense. Despite the fears I had, I was hopeful that I would at least be able to accomplish one thing on my bucket list and possibly expand my experience as a hopeful novelist. Seeing how having my own blog would be a new beginning to my hobby and possibly second career, I decided that I would start on this journey having no idea what was ahead. Nonetheless, I managed to what I like to call “ wo-MAN up” and virtually scream my thoughts to the world, wondering if there would even be a soul to click on it and see what I had to say. My thoughts and courage to blog would prevail, I thought to myself vehemently as I was about to stab my finger through my mouse pad thing or whatever that object is called-
But wait. The initial fury that I had to ruthlessly publish the truths of being a STLCOP were halted. Metaphorically, the fire that had fueled my blogging fingers to their maximum typing potential had been ceased and was equivalent to a frozen candle that had never been lighted to begin with. Because there was one thing that I was missing. I needed a name for my thoughts. My voice. I needed a name for my blog.
*face palms herself.*
Of course. For the last two days I had fun playing around with fun designs, even considering making my blog go neon. But considering how many people would potentially go blind, and the lawsuits that would consequently follow, along with wonderful letters I regularly get from my “friend” Sally May, I would have to decline to the idea. Days prior to discovering the “Customize” button on WordPress.com, I had a list of names that had been lost among the growing clutter in my room.
As I looked at other blogs for inspiration, I was given a suggestion to simply go with the flow and make it simple and straight to the point: My blog should be called “STLCOPAFREEN.” I wasn’t so easily nor happily convinced. In fact, I wasn’t too fond of it, actually. Would people mistake it for a random house object, or the name of a rare species of fish? Having a foreign name that already turns heads, and to pair it with an acronym just didn’t sound right. I began to write a list, hoping that one of those names would click. In order to let my creative juices flow, I wrote down the most bizarre names that I wouldn’t have ever considered even writing on paper, let alone, think of to begin with. Here are some for you to laugh at for your own pleasure if you ever feel down from a bad grade or a long day of studying.
1. The New Pill
(a name I had considered since I was to be a first year. Someone new to pharmacy field. Pharmaceutically speaking, I was the “new pill.”)
2. Dr. Zee
5. 019Dealer (I was feeling a little 007 when I came up with that one. Smh)
6. STLCOP2019 (kudos to clichés…sigh)
Looking at the list that I had accumulated in the last few days, I still sat there, looking discontent with what my brain had come up with. Surely, there must be a title that would be well suited for my new blog. And then, in a whisk of a moment, a part of me decided to take the blog naming to a stretch. I quickly scratched my ball point pen and wrote: Dr. Zee in 19. This, to me, felt epic. Almost like how Spiderman had discovered that he was indeed, a spider and a man, having a unique power that would help him do good. Looking at what I had just written, I mentally read it to myself at least a million times: Dr. Zee in 19, Dr. Zee in 19, Dr. Zee in 19, almost saying with a beat after a while. It kind of rhymed. But would people get it? Would they understand the concept? I consulted with a friend just in case, who immediately approved. I optimistically thought to myself that it was different. It would hopefully make heads turn. It would make people curious. I thought to myself, this is me. This would stay. I wasn’t sure how others would react to this new identity I had formed for myself, but I was sure that it was one that was a keeper for the next six years and possibly beyond.
Keeping this all in mind, I quickly pressed “Publish” with my fingers crossed.
And from there, that’s where each and every one of you came in, contributing to the unimaginable number of views I’ve gotten within a semester and beyond.
And this is the part where I’d like to say thank you. Thank you for giving me feedback both online and in person. Thank you for every single like, share, or comment you have made. Thank you (to those who don’t even personally know me) for spontaneously stopping me in the halls of campus and giving me your thoughts about my blog. Without you guys (and girls,) Dr. Zee in 19 wouldn’t be the same…nor would it exist in the first place.
Until my next post,
stay tuned for yet another outrageous blog post from yours truly.