[Biography] Dr. Jennifer Keller
Full Name: Jennifer Keller, MD
Age: 33
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 135 lbs
Occupation: Medical doctor, researcher
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Honestly, I never expected to start a journal. Really. Then, I got to thinking, lying in my tent one night. We're the first here... really, really the first. Well, other than whomever was here before us, but as far humans go?
The fact that I use the term 'humans' is more than a little telling, and maybe I really should start from the beginning?
My name is Jennifer Keller. I'm from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin... a small town in what everyone calls 'middle America'. Father was a physics professor in the local college, mom was stay-at-home, for the most part. I grew up pretty spoiled, I guess. I don't remember wanting for anything, anyway.
I'm afraid of heights, I'm afraid of snakes. I can't cook to save my life, and I'm still working on the whole 'athletic' thing, oh.. and the camping thing. I like bar tricks; I'm pretty good at them, really.
Anyway, before I get too off track...
School for me was a breeze. I skipped so many grades so many years, I'm not sure I could name one kid that I actually stayed friends with for more than a couple months before I was moved up. It happened so frequently that by the time I was fifteen, I was done with high school. I had gotten my Bachelor's of Science before I could vote. And med school? Well, that's where I actually started working, learning everything I could. I needed challenge; well, mental challenge, anyway.
Undoubtedly, I came into the SGC pretty much the same as most other scientists; a knock on the door followed by an offer that was so very hard to refuse. My mother had died a few years prior, and it was just me and my dad. He tried not to stifle me, not to keep me back. After all, it was with his and mom's encouragement that let me do everything I'd wanted to do. Why stop now? Of course, I couldn't tell him that I'd be going to another galaxy. He'd have had a heart attack, then probably asked if he could go along. After all, it was all a matter of physics.
Going to Atlantis was hard; walking through that gate was probably the hardest thing I'd done up to then. Heck, when I was a kid, I couldn't stay away from home for a week in summercamp. Only made it three days before I called home to have them come get me. They did.
It was scary. All of it. I think I did okay, though. I had faith in the key people there-- Elizabeth, Rodney, John, Teyla, and Carson. I don't know if I'd still be here without them.
I learned a lot, too, both about myself and the universe around me, literally. Atlantis was where I picked up the rather odd specialization, if one could call it that: xenobiology. The study of alien biology.. and I'm not referring to plants, or animals, but... I suppose I'd have to say 'people'. It's not hard to refer to, say, the Athosians like that, or even the Genii, but the Wraith? The Asgard? That was why, I suppose, that I'd qualified up top that 'humans' had a reason.
I'd spent a few years on Atlantis before the Lanteans returned and tossed us out. I suppose it was lucky as we weren't that spread out across Earth to be recalled when our sun was attacked. The best minds were all together; I know for a fact that Rodney didn't sleep at all... and after it was done, or rather not done and we were sent to our respective colony worlds, it was a rather subdued expeditionary, colonial force that went through.. to all worlds.
What could we have done? Nothing.
I was sent to Gamma Colony as part of the medical contingent. Some would deny it, but between you and me, (and I know this part will be censored if it's ever found and published) I was assigned here because SG1 is here, and a few... odd others that require a certain level of knowledge that others may not have, and never will. If it sounds elitist, I don't mean it to be, but it just.. is what it is? I work on the 'classified' side of the hospital, but that doesn't mean I don't help out when needed on the 'other side'. I pull long shifts, big surprise, and spend a good deal of my time in labs, doing research. Researching what, you may ask? Good question... but for the moment, I'll answer that later. Maybe tomorrow?
Age: 33
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel Brown
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 135 lbs
Occupation: Medical doctor, researcher
***
Honestly, I never expected to start a journal. Really. Then, I got to thinking, lying in my tent one night. We're the first here... really, really the first. Well, other than whomever was here before us, but as far humans go?
The fact that I use the term 'humans' is more than a little telling, and maybe I really should start from the beginning?
My name is Jennifer Keller. I'm from Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin... a small town in what everyone calls 'middle America'. Father was a physics professor in the local college, mom was stay-at-home, for the most part. I grew up pretty spoiled, I guess. I don't remember wanting for anything, anyway.
I'm afraid of heights, I'm afraid of snakes. I can't cook to save my life, and I'm still working on the whole 'athletic' thing, oh.. and the camping thing. I like bar tricks; I'm pretty good at them, really.
Anyway, before I get too off track...
School for me was a breeze. I skipped so many grades so many years, I'm not sure I could name one kid that I actually stayed friends with for more than a couple months before I was moved up. It happened so frequently that by the time I was fifteen, I was done with high school. I had gotten my Bachelor's of Science before I could vote. And med school? Well, that's where I actually started working, learning everything I could. I needed challenge; well, mental challenge, anyway.
Undoubtedly, I came into the SGC pretty much the same as most other scientists; a knock on the door followed by an offer that was so very hard to refuse. My mother had died a few years prior, and it was just me and my dad. He tried not to stifle me, not to keep me back. After all, it was with his and mom's encouragement that let me do everything I'd wanted to do. Why stop now? Of course, I couldn't tell him that I'd be going to another galaxy. He'd have had a heart attack, then probably asked if he could go along. After all, it was all a matter of physics.
Going to Atlantis was hard; walking through that gate was probably the hardest thing I'd done up to then. Heck, when I was a kid, I couldn't stay away from home for a week in summercamp. Only made it three days before I called home to have them come get me. They did.
It was scary. All of it. I think I did okay, though. I had faith in the key people there-- Elizabeth, Rodney, John, Teyla, and Carson. I don't know if I'd still be here without them.
I learned a lot, too, both about myself and the universe around me, literally. Atlantis was where I picked up the rather odd specialization, if one could call it that: xenobiology. The study of alien biology.. and I'm not referring to plants, or animals, but... I suppose I'd have to say 'people'. It's not hard to refer to, say, the Athosians like that, or even the Genii, but the Wraith? The Asgard? That was why, I suppose, that I'd qualified up top that 'humans' had a reason.
I'd spent a few years on Atlantis before the Lanteans returned and tossed us out. I suppose it was lucky as we weren't that spread out across Earth to be recalled when our sun was attacked. The best minds were all together; I know for a fact that Rodney didn't sleep at all... and after it was done, or rather not done and we were sent to our respective colony worlds, it was a rather subdued expeditionary, colonial force that went through.. to all worlds.
What could we have done? Nothing.
I was sent to Gamma Colony as part of the medical contingent. Some would deny it, but between you and me, (and I know this part will be censored if it's ever found and published) I was assigned here because SG1 is here, and a few... odd others that require a certain level of knowledge that others may not have, and never will. If it sounds elitist, I don't mean it to be, but it just.. is what it is? I work on the 'classified' side of the hospital, but that doesn't mean I don't help out when needed on the 'other side'. I pull long shifts, big surprise, and spend a good deal of my time in labs, doing research. Researching what, you may ask? Good question... but for the moment, I'll answer that later. Maybe tomorrow?