The long wait...
Three to eight weeks. That's what Wright State said to get back to me on an acceptance. It's week 4, as of last Wednesday, and I wait. 95 slots, I want but one, and I wait.
A chance to heal people, a chance to slip on the white coat with my name stitched over the heart, a chance to do what I am meant to do, and I wait.
I don't like waiting.
A chance to heal people, a chance to slip on the white coat with my name stitched over the heart, a chance to do what I am meant to do, and I wait.
I don't like waiting.
posted by Tirithien at 12:31 AM
8 Comments:
Patience, my love. The letter will come. (I say as I squirm in nearly as much impatience as you have!)
It will come, and my spot will be there. :-)
Help, I could use a Dr. now. How much longer before you finish your schooling and get your license? Maybe you could set up practice in Southwest Michigan.....my husband and I could be some of your first patients!
You'll be in like Flynn baby. I can feel it!!! But the wiat, I know, is excruciating.
Want me to do a song and dance to entertain you while you wait? Who can take a sunriiiise .... (doing a little soft shoe)
*sings*
... sprinkle it with dew....
GAH! Now that's stuck in my head! You're in trouble! :-P
*grabs and comforts kola*
Words. Stories. Pages. Books... ;-)
I'm sure it seems like ages, but like all good things, it will be worth it in the end. And think of the party we can have once you get in!
So what are you waiting for? I put on a white coat with my name stitched over my heart all the time. The I go to hospitals and yell things like "I NEED A BEDPAN STAT" AND 'SOMEONE LANCE MY BOIL STAT".
I'd be doing right now but I can't. Stupid restraining orders!
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