A bottle of champagne with my name on it

Approximately four years ago, in summer, while attending a moped rally in Seattle, I decided to drop in on an information session for the University of Washington's Physician Assistant program.
The following February, my parents and I flew to Seattle to visit, and I made a point to take them to campus. I told them I wished to move to Seattle to go to U of W.
That August, I picked up and moved across the country to be closer, not only to my lovely friends, but to this lofty goal.
Years following were spent writing essays, retaking courses, not partying with my buddies,and stressing out to the max.
I applied once and got rejected.
Applied a second time and was asked to interview.
I was sure I blew it.
But just the other day, I got the phone call.
Out of 700+ people who applied, they chose me and 30 others to be in their class.
They chose me! Me me me me!!!
After I listened to that voice mail at work, I ran to the bathroom and immediately started sobbing.
It was like I had been holding my breath for months and months and I was finally able to forcefully exhale.
All of my anxiety and self doubt was let go over a sink and into paper towel.

After wanting this for eight years and working herself to the bone.
Finally! Finally! This girl is getting what she deserves!


Now it's time for me to prepare for the most intensely challenging, yet incredibly rewarding 27 months of my life.
Not to mention, tremendous financial strife.
Four plus years of medical school crunched down into two!
I will be doing things I have only dreamed of, performing major surgery, prescribing medications, and in general, being highly respected and heavily relied upon in the medical community.
Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening to me.

Let's get fucked up!