One Month

And then I will have so much to chat about.

The birds are chirping, the sun is shinning ever so brightly, its a beautiful flush blue sky with dots of white fluffy cotton swab clouds, however; over across the distant horizion there's a stench ever so foul, the smell of rottening flesh mixed with hot, humid, ashy air funneling from the darkening expanding vortex in which is engulfing the serenity that we've called summer.

I can see it now, the innocence of the incoming freshmen class prodding around campus, the overly aspiring pre-med students asking lame questions every fucking class, complete nerds who dedicate their lives to avoiding any social aspects of life, the loose nerdy girls who are willing put out because I will be the only semi-good looking guy in their nerdy classes, the dumb asses who thought partying 25/8 was a Major but are going to fail out because someone forgot to mention to them that it wasn't one (What about business school? Ah, my bad, I forgot that one), jerk off jocks who steal my girls, mostly, the people who will annoy me the most are the "we know everything" fuckers along with those who ask a question about questioning question's question five times each lecture, read the book asshole.

Best thing about classes starting,
I will be one step closer to finishing my major, there will be thousands of amazingly good looking girls everywhere (My University is huge, ~16,000 students, a huge pool of girls to choose), I will have so many people to select for my daily entertainment purposes,I will find fellow students with similar ambitions, grabbing drinks, with friends of course!, at a bar before the horrifically boring lecture. Most importantly, I will not be working the two mundane, tedious, dead end summer jobs,

All in all, I am excited.

+15 pts, You have discovered a new ability, Stereotyping (+5 bonus damage dealt)!

Volunteer 101

Rule #1- When the Anesthesiologist is rambling on about the inner workings of the heart, while viewing it on a sonogram monitor, do not ask anything, do not speak, if you must make an acknowledgment, use a simple "yes" and "ok". Basically, you have you zero clue to what is going on.

Rule #2- You are not welcomed as a worthless pre-med especially by the, hawk-eyed, angry surgeons in the OR. Therefore, when entering the OR immediately head straight to the Anesthesiologist's crammed corner and stand directly behind something awkwardly large and intrusive, but be sure to remain close enough to throw a peak, or two, around the large object to glance at the operation.

Rule # 3- Don't speak, breathe too loudly, cough (ever), chew gum loudly, slouch, ask questions (under don't speak), try to be helpful, fall asleep, or look directly into the eyes of the Surgeons. Speak only, when at first spoken towards, and then hopefully words will jumble together to create a coherent sentence in response.

Despite all of these rules, my experience "volunteering" in the OR has been a treat. As I have witnessed a double lung transplant, a man being operated on after a traumatic car accident, and a non-invasive surgery. Surprisingly, the smell of burning hair, site of bright red blood, organs such as a spleen and two lungs taken out of the patients body, and "guts" being washed before being placed back into the patients body has not made me nauseous. As far as the actual volunteering part I am absolutely nonproductive in anything useful. Mostly, I am watching procedures for my personal benefit while chatting with the Anesthesiologists. But we won't tell my personal essay/the medical school adcomms that part...to them, I was caring deeply for ill patients, running through landmines searching for cures, assisting Doctors with finding critical overseas operation supplies (such as towels), spending valuable time with patient's families, making thousands of crucial IV apparatuses, and discovering my true passion for medicine that I've experienced a medical specialty revelation, a future non-invasive thoracic surgeon!
+15 pts, You have gained a new level!

Forgive me, I am new at blogging.

First off, I am trying to fix the errors during posting. Secondly, I am posting previous events that will build up to current events going on in my life along with rants and random posts. Although I highly doubt anyone will read this blog it is a nice stress outlet and will be neat to see how I've progressed at writing within a few years.

Round 1: The comeback

Actually, round 1 has been ongoing since the once anticipated high school graduation, going on four years ago. You're probably wondering, "How the hell aren’t you finished with the undergraduate degree?" Number one, I was (...er still am..) a dumbass and did not realize that my future balanced delicately on the line, due to a few mistakes and lack of care during those wonderful, thankfully forgettable, high school years. Why do I seem to have a bug up my ass about high school? It is probably because I am constipated. Namely, the reason I Chose to title these blog series after the word underdog is because I’ve always felt that I am continuously fighting against everyone. For an example, the years spent in high school were not exactly glamorous. Although I was not a 4.2 GPA future nuclear physicist, supreme master in chess club, or a 10 second dash athlete, or a bulging muscle machine (Which way to the band room?) or a beer guzzling, 14 year old alcoholic, spit chewing, rural boy, or lastly an unintelligent drone with no desire for higher education. What the hell was I? A slightly above GPA average, male homo sapien with (okay I’ll admit) handsome looks (I was shy so that didn’t pay off in the ladies department), overly analytical mind, band geek, philosophical, profound interest with science, poetic nature, and devote musician by soul.

The high school years went by rather quickly, before I knew it, graduation arrived. On June 07, 2004, a piece of paper with fancy embodied, shiny metallic letters saying some bullshit in old English, ye hath graduated ye bloody scum bag, and at the bottom of the page was the scribbled out name of my Principle. Shortly, approximately five minutes, after the ceremonial celebration it was time to think about my near future, or the sudden realization of my impending doom. What made me different from most normal high school students? Perhaps I was a tad ADHD with a desperate boredom concerning school work but it was nothing out of the ordinary for a pimply pricked teenager. However, I chose not taking the SAT’s for college admissions, actually I put it off until it was far too late; this might have been a mistake. My logical reasoning for not taking the SAT’s was the fact that I was terrible at, even the most, basic mathematical skills. I suppose being told to sit down and shut up in 7^th grade math class didn’t help my self esteem, or receiving an F for math in first grade (not kidding, it was in bloody red ink too). Surprisingly, I was an excellent reader, it was one of my favorite past times along with writing poetry as both created a sense of escape from my problems. To sum it up, I had not taken SAT’s, not applied for college, struggling with low self esteem, and had no outstanding educational achievements or major disappointments (thankfully). So why would I ever consider Medical School? Trust me, that was not my career choice, however; it was a small voice in the back of my head although considering the possibility was madness. So I’ll end up ignoring that thought, unfortunately, for another four years.

Luckily, I had no desire to work mediocre, minimal waged jobs for the remainder of life. What institution would take me, regardless of my early life fuck up’s? Oh yes, I recalled the local community college (40 minutes away) required no SAT scores, whenever the hell you wanted enrollment, and most importantly it was reasonably priced. Shortly, the end of August rolled around which meant the first day at the prestigious community county college. I recall pulling up to a massive parking lot full with cars, late on the first day of class -5, watching the masses of fuck up’s (such as myself), druggies, responsible adults, jocks, jerks join me in attending classes. Ah, I understood that it was pretty much the 13^th grade of high school and within three weeks into the semester the parking lot was half full which was good for me(it’s cool, stay in school, say no to drugs). Regardless, I vowed to change and went into that semester with full force carrying a positive attitude, back pack (uber stylish), and pens. Fifteen weeks later, I annihilated the Psychology class, Biology class, and the other classes which I don’t remember. Perhaps, someday I’ll explain more but for at the moment, for time’s sake and my sanity, I won’t bore you with the gruesome details. Basically, the first year of the community college went rather well giving me a redeeming sense of hope. Furthermore, I finished the “foundations of algebra” course! (I still needed “intermediate algebra” before “college algebra”, then “pre-calculus”, “calculus 1”…rubbish).

To be continued…