A long time ago (2004-2005) in a galaxy far, far away (Richmond, Virginia) . . .
There lived a young girl named Katie. She had vibrant red hair and loved to play soccer. She was a Senior at the infamous Hermitage High School, where everyday a new adventure awaited. Lockdowns due to intruder threats, bomb squads called because of syrup covered backpacks in the parking lot, and Midterms postponed due to half an inch of snow being on the roads among other things were only half of the excitement.
You see, she was enrolled in AP Psychology with the even more famous Tim Donahue.
He was a funny man. 5′2″. Bald. And a personality that would blow your socks off. You either loved him or hated him, and he either loved you or hated you.
Fortunately, Katie loved Mr. Donahue, and Mr. Donahue at least respected Katie, if not loved (not until she brought him a BYU sweatshirt!).
Mr. Donahue had a habit. Not a bad one, mind you, but just a habit.
“If I were a bright young junior neurologist at (insert random university name here, corresponding to the college sweatshirt he was wearing that day),” he would say, “Then I would make sure I studied all of the structures and functions of said structures in the brain for the upcoming exam.”
Bright young junior neurologists.
Fast forward four years, and Katie is now a Senior at the more famous Brigham Young University, where she intends to keep her title as a “Bright Young Psychology Major” and bridge into becoming a “Bright Young Clinical Neuropsychologist.”
But that’s a mouthful.
Thus, I am The Junior Neurologist.
