Back at it! Blogging, that is.

Hello blog!
Well it's been a minute has it not. And by minute I mean nearly 2 years!
You see, I've been busy. Wait wait wait.  Now before you go rolling your eyes on me, I should have you know that I now have something to show for it!
What is it you may ask? Well I'll tell ya. It's an acceptance letter. Medical school acceptance letter yo! Ha ha yes indeed!
You see, I've been a pre-med for the last 5 years and boy has the struggle been real! One day you're on cloud 9, thinking how the admissions committees got nothing on you and the next day you're like oh crap I will never get in any where. But yesterday brought that whole drama to an end for me. (And handed me a whole new different kind of drama but that's talk for another day lol).
I'll tell you how it happened. So yesterday morning I had a neuroscience exam on the worst taught (in my opinion at least) topics: basal ganglia, cerebellar function,  upper and lower motor circuits, yeah that stuff. I felt uneducated walking into the exam and even while taking it I'd pause every 2 questions, gaze off into the distance and shake my head. Then I tolled through it and knew I had to get my ass out of there so I did.
I put the (I presume bombed) exam behind me and head out to the library to tie up loose ends with homework and papers seeing as this is the best time to do it cos nothing's getting done over Thanksgiving break yo.
Log in to email. See that UCincinatti has updated my status on their secondary page. Oh. Is that right. Heh. So I drop the mouse, cross my arms and start thinking about if I want to check that. Then it occurs to me that it wouldn't be a reject! They're surely not cruel enough to send me a reject the day before Thanksgiving right?! My whoa-this-must-be-correct-analysis gusto pumped me up enough to log in to that page.
I had to scan the page like 5 times before my nerves calmed down enough to see the "Congratulations you have been accepted! Choose Confirm or Deny". And I'm like "Or deny? For why in the hell?!" Lol. Now on the inside, my little African spirit was dancing and catapaulting through the air. But on the outside? I did a little victory fist pump and whispered a resounding Yes! And danced a little because I was (unfortunately) at the library. In retrospect, I should've whipped myself out of that chair and danced a little makossa yo. But it's all good. I surely shall in a little bit here.
Happy Thanksgiving folks!

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