The day after my surgery, Ben left for a medical school interview. His first interview. Despite the timing being inconvenient (although this is more directed toward the unexpected surgery), we were nervous and excited.
Ben came home feeling very confident. Because he was told he would hear within a week of whether or not he was accepted, he started checking his e-mail every ten minutes. At least.
Late last night, his diligence paid off.
We received this in his inbox.
The ** College of Osteopathic Medicine hereby offers to admit Benjamin ****** as a candidate for the Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine, Class of 2015 commencing in the Fall Term of 2011 with the total credit hours of 249.4 subject to the terms and conditions set forth herein.
I feel giddy–nay elated–that we have reached this point. I remember our excitement when we got his MCAT scores, thinking we were one step closer to fulfilling Ben’s career dreams. A few months later Ben submitted his primary applications and shortly after was filling out secondaries.
And here we are. Accepted.
The exhausting exams. The late night (or all night) studying. The loneliness. It all paid off.
Any good ideas on how to celebrate?