As I left the anatomy lab underneath my school, my professor and dean pulled me to the side and asked me to follow him to his office. I was sweating bullets, I've always felt lucky to be in medical school and I do not need anything to jeopardize that.
He had me sit down across the desk from him.
He pulled out a manila folder with my name on it.
"Do you know why I called you in here today?"
"Umm..."
"On your neuroscience exam-"
"Oh! I know."
As a joke and an act of desperation on one of our weekly neuroscience exams I had written Space of Blade because I couldn't remember the Calcarine Fissure between the Cuneus Gyrus and Lingual Gyrus. I know, how foolish of me. I tried to explain this to my dean, that it was not meant in any way to be unprofessional. He stated that because one of the definitions on the UrbanDictionary page dealt with intercourse this could be construed as minor sexual harassment. My face went white as all blood leaked from my body onto the floor. I began to shake and apologize, and as I was beginning to cry he reassured me that it was understood that I meant no harm, that my sense of humor was known in the department, and that as long as this never happened again it should never affect my future.
As I drearily left his office, my confidence destroyed and fear in my heart, all I could think was,
BLADED.
