And by "she," I really mean "me." Sure, I'll admit it.
I will also admit that a recent run-in I had with a Super Fan did NOTHING to help this situation.
DISCLAIMER: When I go into a school to do a workshop, I don't mention that I live a double life as Mrs. Mimi. I actually try to gloss over the whole "look at me and what I've done" part. You know, I establish myself as knowing a thing or two and then we just move on. HOWEVER, I do love sneaking in a hint or two. For example, when appropriate, I show a model text I've created about my cat Mimi. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Get it? Mimi?
Yeah, nobody else has so far either.
Setting: Your typical conference room in your typical school.
Scene: I'm eating lunch with two other teachers, chatting about that morning's series of workshops
(Two individuals enter stage left *ahem*, I mean the room. Yes, two individuals enter the room.)
(Commence giggling. From the two individuals, not me.)
Teacher One: So you think it went well this morning?
Me: (Glancing over at giggling individuals.) Um, yeah, I was pretty happy with it.
Teacher Two: I think the teachers took away some good information.
Individual One: Excuse me?
Individual One: We heard that you're Mrs. Mimi. That Mrs. Mimi is in the building today.
Me: I'm Mrs. Mimi.
Individual One...who from now on shall be referred to as Super Fan: *screams*
Me: ? (but totally smiling)
Individual Two: I told you.
Super Fan: OhmyGodIloveyourblogsomuch. Ireaditallthetime!! I'msuchahugefan!!
Super Fan: I found you through your internet BFF, Notes from the School Psychologist? I can't believe you're here!
Me: (still smiling) I love her! Isn't she the best?
Super Fan: Can we take a picture together?
I mean, can you stand it? Let's just say that this Super Fan made my day.