Shannen Doherty was my first girlfriend. That alone should tell you you're in for a treat.

But the funniest thing about this relationship isn't really the connection that Shannen and I shared, because there wasn't much of one. It's all the crap that happened along with this one that makes this a cute story. It's a story of my last year of CTD, the first year of making it, so to speak, on my own at Marquette, and lots of other stuff, like getting rejected by really cute Asian girls.

I guess the easiest thing to do is to write a story about CTD. My last year at CTD. Nerd camp at Northwestern University, for those of you who don't know. It's the Center for Talent Development. Kids who took the SAT for fun qualify for such programs which include 5 hours of studying a day for three weeks, mandatory fun from overbearing counselors who are just a little too happy and of course, the hormones of a dormful of immature little tough guy wannabes who are really good at school.

The horniness is the funniest part, of course, since everyone's after a piece, it seems. Even though we were too young to know what to do with a piece, given the opportunity. Which is what this story is about. You may have read my Mira story… this one should flesh out a few more details. The thing about these stories is that they keep going back into the past.

My first contact with CTD was through my brother, another amazingly intelligent older member of the family. He went to CTD. Had a blast , blew off his eyebrows, made a bunch of tight friends. He advises me to do the same but he doesn't really have to since I want to be just like him anyway.