Some time in the past month, I should have posted a blog about coming to terms with not getting into medical school this year and having to apply again this year. About how I'm confident I'll get into military medical school next year and I'll choose Indian Health Service instead of the Navy so I won't have to be deployed or relocated. About how I'll have a raise and a lot of hours at my work so I'll finally be able to pay off my credit card debt. About how I'm bummed that I would have taken 3 years off after graduating and that's 3/4 of medical school. About how I'm a little bummed because that's another year I have to put off having children (not that I want children yet, but I want to have them at a younger age rather than an older age), but I'm constantly reminding myself that I'm only 22, so it ain't so bad. About how after realizing that I'm still young, the only main thing I'm really, really not looking forward to is just filling out that damn application again. About how I haven't grown or done anything special in this past year and that it will show in my application.

I never wrote that blog.

I also never submitted my application for this year's cycle. I was waiting for my paycheck so I can pay for the $500+ cost (last year it was nearly $800, but I chose more wisely this time around). I was also waiting to make sure that I got into an EMT class at Santa Ana College. I wanted to take that class so I could beef up my application this year. So I didn't want to submit my application until I knew if I could include that or not because I was on the waitlist. Well the class started 2 days ago, and I didn't get a spot.

Then yesterday, I got a voicemail during work. I checked it after work and it was the Director of Admissions at UC Davis School of Medicine. "There has been a change to the status of your application." I got excited. They don't call you to tell you that you've been rejected from the waitlist (oh yeah, I found out earlier this month that I'm on the waitlist for UC Davis, didn't have much hope so I barely told anyone), they only call you if you've been accepted off the waitlist. But I didn't want to get to excited until I was sure and I called them back at 6:30pm, so I wouldn't know until the next day. I really did put up a mental block from believing that I'm accepted. I even forgot about the phone call. I continued thinking about new apartments for me and David in Orange County (we were planning on moving into our own place together). So with that mental block, I didn't know who would be calling at 8:10 in the morning...

..then I saw area code 916. I quickly perked up, "Good morning!" Then the director says his greetings..."How would you like to go to medical school?" I teared up by the end of the phone call. Then full-on cried after I hung up. David was hugging me and smiling the whole time.

It still hasn't fully processed yet. I somehow miraculously need to move up there by July 26th. I can't believe this is happening. Thank you to everyone who believed in me - wow, I've heard that line a million times before, but it's so resounding. People believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. This is fucking happening!