Freshman Year at Stupid Jerkface University

Life after high school was pretty great. I was no longer the shy, reclusive kid I was when I first left home, but a outgoing, popular young man. People didn’t really know about my love of General Hospital, but nobody was surprised by my decision to become a doctor after all, my favorite subject was anatomy.  Though that was as much a literal thing as it was figurative  Since I knew for a couple years that I wanted to go in to medical school I had read every book the school could offer on the subject, as well as biology and chemistry.

People often wonder why I decided to go to Stupid Jerkface University to get my medical degree when I had several better offers. The reason I told everyone was because it was close to home, and I didn’t want to be to far away from my family. The real reason was because my high school sweetheart Anna was going to go to school there to also study medicine. However, unlike myself, her goals were simple. All she wanted was to go back to her hometown and be the school nurse. I had loftier goals, wanting to be the best brain surgeon there ever was.

With my test scores it was no problem gaining admittance to SJU. They even offered me a full scholarship to come study there. I enrolled for my freshman year and got right to work. I left my past behind me and left that school with no regrets. My sisters having graduated a couple years before me had already left town and moved on with their lives. Felicia had gotten in to a well respected acting school and was doing well there. Kate and Ricki had moved to California to work on their music career. At that time they were still doing small gigs, and working on getting representation. This was before most social media was around, so it was a bit tougher to do then.

The first year at SJU was uneventful, I spent my days going to class and nights working on coursework. I tried to keep Anna in the mix, but that fell apart fairly quickly. Sadly I was to caught up in my own life to notice though, and when I did I found that it didn’t really matter to me. I wanted to be the best there was, and commitments only dragged you down. After the break-up I was more focused on my work, quickly rising to the top of my class. I knew people talked about me behind my back, but that didn’t bother me.

I did do some tutoring on the side to make spending money. Mostly it was Chemistry, as that was one of my favorite subjects. My most profitable sessions came from one of my fellow classmates named Paul, who always seemed to struggle with the class. He had told me that was his 6th time taking the course and just couldn’t stand to get a bad grade again. He was a likable guy, even if he was a bit chemistry stupid. Probably could have done better with himself if he got away from the computer games, and collecting comic books. His sessions alone practically paid for my second semester.

That was pretty much my first year at SJU, studying, tutoring and dealing with people talking about me behind my back. I stayed at the top of my class that first year. Sure there were times that I missed my family, but in the end I couldn’t concern myself with that. Looking back that was is one of my greatest regrets, but that is part of a later story.

The early years

Growing up I never thought I would become a respected doctor in a small rural town, I guess it’s funny how things turn out.

When I was a kid my family lived on a small farm in Montana around 20 miles out of town. Life was simple back then,all you had to worry about were animals getting loose and making sure that the crops were harvested. The main crop we grew was corn, and before it was time to harvest we’d like to go and play hide and seek in the corn fields. No adults allowed of course.

There were nine people in the house when I was growing up. Mom (Anne) and Dad (Wil), my sisters Felicia, Kate and Ricki and my older brothers Neil, Patrick and Nathan. Then there was me, the youngest of the bunch. By the time I was born my parents had run out of good names so I was named Luke.

My Dad was the local vet if anyone ever needed one. People were always asking why he only had one ‘L’ in his name, and we liked to tell everyone he lost it in a bet to his friend Johnathon. My brothers were all fully grown by the time I came around and were content to just work on the farm, go in to town and get drunk and post rude comments on the internet. They were not the best looking guys, so the word troll was a fairly accurate description of them.

Since my brothers had the farm buisness well in hand my parents wanted better for the rest of us. The three girls and myself were sent to a boarding school when they felt we were old enough to be away from home. The girls all found their niche once they were allowed to explore their interests. Felicia got in to the drama club and enjoyed writing, while Kate and Ricki both found an interest in music. I still didn’t know what I wanted to do yet so I read a lot of books, and magazines.

Unlike my siblings I didn’t care for my time at the school, most of the other kids came from well off families and dressed in the latest fashions where I was wearing my brothers old hand me downs, which were always a bit too large. The older kids were especially cruel calling me little Hannah Montana which made me want to get out of there that much sooner.

It was near the beginning of my sophmore year in high school that I started developing an interest in becoming a doctor. Since I didn’t leave my room much, other than to go to class, I started watching re-runs of General Hospital. Initially what drew me to the show was the notion that doctors got all the women, but as I watched it more I realized that I could also help people. From then on I focused on studying biology, anatomy and developing people skills. By the time I graduated and left for college I had gone from being called little Hannah Montana to a nickname that would stick with me for the rest of my life, McDreamy.