Medical school: undoubtedly the hardest thing I've had to face so far in my life, and it looms barely more than a month off into the horizon.
I have known that I have been accepted for less than a fortnight, and I have yet to fully accept that this is happening. I am a blur of sublime excitement and extreme fear. I have yet to procure funding for this endeavor, or housing, or anything of substance aside from a Netter's Anatomy coloring book... but it's a start.
Rough list of things accomplished:
FASFA submitted
School Financial Aid Forms submitted
Navy HPSP paperwork submitted to Committee
Car loan procured
Roommate(s) found
Deposit sent
I've never been one who enjoyed not knowing things whether it be where I'm going to live, what I got on a test, or why the sky is blue. This is both a blessing and a curse as I find myself constantly compelled to solve these unknowns, to find answers.
While a week ago I did not know where I was going to live (or with whom), and was beyond frustrated with the housing options available, things have changed dramatically. My roommate(s) and I have found several promising places that I will be checking out this weekend. (whew.)
Got a whole slew of paperwork last night that needs to be filled out and submitted, online courses to take (HIPPA training, and so on), vaccines and titers to have done, and yadda yadda yadda.
I am so proud to be here, as much as a pain all of this red tape is. I would trade this for anything in the world.
Just thought I'd put one foot forward here and get this rolling.
hush.
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