November 11, 2009:
So, I am writing this now because I can’t stop thinking about this letter that is coming in the mail. We called the school yesterday and they said they were mailing the letters out, that day. I went home and checked the mail, hoping mine was mailed earlier, but it wasn’t. So today, Wednesday the 11th, I am sitting here, anxiously awaiting for the next eight and a half hours to fly by. I am praying a lot today because I’d rather have a good answer than a bad answer.
It’s a hard thing to know that something is in the mail to you and if you’re like me, you start thinking of all the possible things that could go wrong. It could get lost in the mail, be sent to the wrong address, I will have to sign for it and so it will be at the post office, the post office closes before I get off from school… I could go on and on… and the waiting… not to mention the fear of telling everyone that I failed… I know I didn’t fail if I don’t get in, but I’m not able to do much better on my score… the waiting… oh the waiting.
So, it’s 8:37 a.m. and hopefully, hopefully, when you read this, I will have an answer and it will be a good answer.
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November 12th, 2009:
If you are smarter than me, you probably realized that yesterday was Veteran’s Day and the mail doesn’t run. I forgot that small detail until about 2pm yesterday when a girl in my Micro Lab class pointed it out.
Right now I am much calmer than I was yesterday. I’m still freaked out, but I will know today or tomorrow and can only hope for the best.
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November 13th, 2009:
By now you must be wondering what happened yesterday. Well, Gray returned home around 12:30pm to find out that the mail man had come and gone. He left us a note on the door stating that my precious letter was going back to the post office with him and that I would have to pick it up, tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, I freaked out and had Gray call the post office a few times. He finally got the route of the postal man/woman who delivers to our apartment and hunted them down… through SEVERAL apartment complexes. What can I say, my husband must love me or something!
Well, he finally caught up with them and got my letter and signed for it. I got out of my Feminism class and called him. I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked him to open the letter for me. I also asked how thick the envelope was since usually that can be a tale tale sign of whether or not you got in. Well, he tells me it’s several pages, maybe 15-20.
“What?!?!?” All I could think was that I HAD to have gotten in, because why would the school sending me a condolence package? He opened the letter and said those beautiful words, “Congratulations! You have been tentatively selected for admission to the Spring 2012 class in the School of Nursing!”
I squealed, very loudly I might add, in the middle of a sidewalk as I was walking to pilates class.
The rest of the story consists of me calling my parents and my in-laws (who didn’t get back to me until a few hours later… :)) and of course, Trina, although I had to leave her a voicemail. Others were sent texts or e-mails and some will eventually find out through facebook. I’m so excited because today I figured out that I’m VERY interested in being a ob. nurse and helping to deliver babies. I can’t wait. :)
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