Admitting Defeat

Doctor Who.

All my friends have been talking to me about for the last 2 years since I got to Roberts is Doctor Who. My roommate is obsessed with it. Her family is obsessed with it. My best friend Lucas is obsessed with it.  Several of my other Roberts friends are obsessed with it. A majority of my Csehy friends are obsessed with it. My church friends are obsessed with it. And even my boss here at Roberts is OBSESSED with it.

Because of this, I found myself constantly frustrated because everyone would always be making Doctor Who references that I didn't get, to which they would respond, "Oh you just wouldn't understand."

So last year, I tried watching the first episode of Doctor Who (the 2005 series), and I thought it was the DUMBEST, most absurd episode of television I had ever seen ever. And I let all my Doctor Who friends know it. Any time they even mentioned the Doctor to me I'd scoff, roll my eyes, and declare that Doctor Who was just TOO nerdy for me.

So here I am... about a year later... admitting just exactly how WRONG I was.

You see, as I mentioned before, my roommate and her family are all HUGE Doctor Who fans. That being said, they all have these matching Doctor Who/Minion shirts (pictured below), and this year they brought me one. I was deeply honored by this sort of "we-consider-you-family"-like gesture, but immediately realized that there was no way I could go walking around in this shirt with a TARDIS on it and not really know anything about Doctor Who.

The "Minons have the TARDIS" T-shirt

So, I decided to put my pride aside and give the Doctor another chance... and let me tell you, I am really glad that I had a week and a half of nothing going on before student teaching.

I watched the second episode, and said to my roommate, "Well, I guess this isn't that bad."

I watched the third episode, and said to my roommate, "Yea, this is kind of okay."

I watched the fourth episode, and said to my roommate, "I might actually like this show."

It has been a week and 2 days since I started watching Doctor Who, and I am now on season 5.

I'm totally completely obsessed. I have laughed. I have screamed. I have cried. And I have done A LOT of talking to my television screen. 

My roommate and our dear friend Lucas, both avid Doctor Who fans, have been loving watching me take in every precious moment of the series. They love seeing my reactions, and I can now see why they have been trying to convince me to watch the show for so long.

I have only one complaint*, and that is this - the show is EXTREMELY sad. When people had talked to me about it before I became a fan, all I heard about was how cool it was, how funny it was, and how brilliant it was. But no one EVER mentioned to me how horribly sad the life of the Doctor really is. I wish I had been at least a little forewarned. 

This scene pretty much spliced my soul in half.

But all that aside, I still continue to watch the show. I can't stop. It's addicting. And wonderful. And even though I know that I only have one more episode with David Tennant left to watch, and I will be greatly saddened, I also know that I will fall in love with Matt Smith eventually. After all, I thought I'd never get over Christopher Eccleston... now look at me. I'm in love with the 10th Doctor! I guess that's just how it works with the regeneration cycle.

Anyway, off I must go! I've only got a few more hours of free time left to watch Doctor Who before my life becomes consumed by student teaching!!!! Priorities must stay in tact!!!

- Erin D.

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* - Ok, so I actually have a second complaint. Just one name - Martha Jones. Yuck.