It's been six days since Chris last texted me. Six days of not hearing from him. Six days of him traveling overseas. And then I wake up this morning to the most welcome sight: a short message on my facebook from him. It wasn't more than maybe 7 sentences, but they were the best seven sentences I may have ever read. Letting me know they got there, that it's not so bad (perhaps a white lie for my consideration), and that he can access his gmail better than facebook.
Just last night when I was crawling in bed, I thought to myself it could be a month before I hear from him if internet connection isn't good. 2 weeks for my letter to get to him. 2 weeks for his response letter to get to me. And what happens the next morning?? I hear from him. Some of the best news ever. I was giggling and smiling and jumping around when I got the message.
And I get my first eye-opener to Military Significant Other life -- the highest highs (talking to them, getting a letter, getting an email) to the lowest lows (missing them, loneliness, empty bed, wondering how much longer until you hear from them again, worrying about them) I can tell it's a roller coaster.
But right now, I'm on a high. I'm going to have an excellent day -- and NOTHING is going to get in the way of this excellent day that I know I will have. :)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Worry Myself to Death
I've pretty much decided "To hell with PTA. Let's just go for the DPT."
Which means I have a year and a half between now and when I theoretically begin PT school. A year and a half to figure out what to do and where to go to hold me over til the next step. I'm here in New Bern until August. But then what?
I'd like to get a place with my sister, but I don't really want to move back to Greensboro. There's nothing there for me. None of my friends are there. School isn't there. Only Meghan. And Meghan wants to move there because of the boy and the fact that the local community college has the program. I'm trying to get her to consider other schools, like the ones down here. She needs to be away from her boy and surrounded by some positivity.
I'm not exactly tied to New Bern. I don't have any friends here really. But I like the area. I like being this close to the beach. I like the small town feel and the friendly atmosphere. I don't have to stay in New Bern. But I'd like to stay in Eastern NC. I'd like Meghan to move down here with me; but she's been pretty clear about the fact that she's not interested in that. So now what? I can't afford to continue what I'm doing. But I don't want to get tied into Greensboro on a year long lease. I really want to stay here. But I need to find roommates or move to Wilmington or something.
I have decided on one thing: DPT. Now I have to decide on the rest. Now I have to start getting involved and active so that I will get into DPT school. I suppose I don't have to figure out where I'm going to live in six months this weekend. But a part of me wants to. A large part of me likes having the sureity of a plan. But as my friend Kelley just reminded me: nothing in life is for sure (nothing except death that is lol). And I need to just be happy that I've made this one huge decision. That I have a small direction. Because that's a huge step.
Which means I have a year and a half between now and when I theoretically begin PT school. A year and a half to figure out what to do and where to go to hold me over til the next step. I'm here in New Bern until August. But then what?
I'd like to get a place with my sister, but I don't really want to move back to Greensboro. There's nothing there for me. None of my friends are there. School isn't there. Only Meghan. And Meghan wants to move there because of the boy and the fact that the local community college has the program. I'm trying to get her to consider other schools, like the ones down here. She needs to be away from her boy and surrounded by some positivity.
I'm not exactly tied to New Bern. I don't have any friends here really. But I like the area. I like being this close to the beach. I like the small town feel and the friendly atmosphere. I don't have to stay in New Bern. But I'd like to stay in Eastern NC. I'd like Meghan to move down here with me; but she's been pretty clear about the fact that she's not interested in that. So now what? I can't afford to continue what I'm doing. But I don't want to get tied into Greensboro on a year long lease. I really want to stay here. But I need to find roommates or move to Wilmington or something.
I have decided on one thing: DPT. Now I have to decide on the rest. Now I have to start getting involved and active so that I will get into DPT school. I suppose I don't have to figure out where I'm going to live in six months this weekend. But a part of me wants to. A large part of me likes having the sureity of a plan. But as my friend Kelley just reminded me: nothing in life is for sure (nothing except death that is lol). And I need to just be happy that I've made this one huge decision. That I have a small direction. Because that's a huge step.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Letter becomes Blog Post
Originally began as a letter to Chris, to tell him what I did last night. But in the process of writing it, I realized this was better suited for a blog post! :) So if I make reference to Chris, that's why.
So yesterday I’m sitting on the front porch of the Garcia’s reading my Nicholas Sparks book and enjoying the beautiful day (it was in the 70s and just beautiful; even if the wind was pretty strong) and my phone rings. The caller ID says it’s Katherine, so I pick it up and answer it, excited to hear from her. But it’s not Katherine on the phone, it’s Ryan!!!! Now let me back up a little bit. I’m not sure I told you who Ryan was? Well Ryan and Katherine dated for over a year and a half, and she just broke up with him like two months ago because he’d been a real butt head to her about where she was in life (depression and not sure what to do next and all that). But she ended things in a way that they continued to talk and communicate. He wanted (and wants) her back. Ryan and Katherine began dating when she and I were in college and Stacey, Kat, and I lived together in 1D (our apt number), so we all became really good friends with Ryan. Such good friends that he’s the gruff protective older brother I always wished I had. I wish y’all could have met before the deployment… And we were talking about you last night and he said “I wish I could have met this kid” – he takes it upon himself to meet, judge, and warn any guy that pursues me lol. But he’s a cool guy – he’s a big guy, former Marine (was stationed at Cherry Pt) and just recently moved back home to Mississippi (part of the reason Kat and him broke up was that he moved home without telling her). Well turns out he flew up to be with Kat for the next couple days – her grandmother had a stroke 2 days ago and they’re all worried about her. Kat’s dad flew to Arizona (where grandma is) to help grandma, so Kat was left at the house alone. (Told you it was kind of a long story; and I’m just getting started! Lol)
So I’m super stoked to hear from Brother Ryan (who I may refer to as “Brother” or “Ryan” or “Brother Ryan” interchangeably) because I haven’t seen him in like six months and he’s in town and he’s like “Come down to Kat’s and we’ll drink some wine and cook dinner and then we’ll all go out to karaoke.” So I’m there – lickety split. As fast as I can. Not only am I excited to see Ryan, but I’m also excited because I took the fact that he flew up as a good sign, that they were working things out and were on the road to getting back together (which I really hope happens!! If they can just let go of the stupid petty stuff and quit being so tit-for-tat, they’re perfect for each other!).
So I get there and we open some wine (no corkscrew – we had to use a literal screw and pliers! It was awesome!!) and are talking and we get on the subject of Stacey. And how a lot of people aren’t big fans of hers (they think she’s too immature and crazy; which she can be but she’s got a good heart). Then Ryan mentions what his buddy Barry used to say about 1D: “There’s the crazy one, the cool one, and the virgin. And you’ll know which one is which the minute you meet them.” (By the way, apparently I’m the cool one! Woot woot!) And we’re laughing and I tell them what Garrett said about Stacey: “I couldn’t get drunk enough.” And we’re laughing. And I say “I can’t blame the guy. Stacey stole all his blankets! I walked in there and he was on the couch with pillows on top of him trying to stay warm.” Then Kat says “I wish I’d been there.” Well stupid me, totally not realizing she was sending me a hint, says with a what-are-you-talking-about face “You were.” BOOM! Ryan gets all upset and is like “You WERE there weren’t you?” And he storms out and I’m just like ‘what just happened? What did you dooo Blair??’ And I look at Kat and I’m like ‘I’m soooo sorry. I didn’t know. But why did you lie to him? Nothing happened.’
So I managed to deflate the happy balloon in the space of 20 minutes of being there. I felt awful for spilling the beans (which I didn’t even know there were beans to spill about that weekend!). But at the same time, I couldn’t believe Kat lied to Ryan about it. I mean, literally nothing happened. And one of the many things I’ve learned in my relationships is that lying about something innocent makes it seem like it wasn’t innocent at all. So Kat and Ryan are arguing in the living room and she’s trying to cover one lie with another and I’m just standing in the kitchen confused as to whether or not I should leave or be there to mediate. So I decide to give it a little bit and see how it goes.
They simmer down, and come back into the kitchen. Ryan begins drinking heavily (obviously still mad) and Kat’s all jumpy and nervous and unsure about what to do and is trying to give peace offerings which Ryan is totally ignoring. So I get Ryan talking about the house he’s helping his Uncle gut and rebuild which distracts him. And things loosen up (although he’s still pissed at Kat) and we’re listening to music and talking and a cab is called (insert Jersey Shore imitations of “Cab’s are here!”) and we’re at a small little beach pub called Paddy’s.
Really cool bar – low key, not over crowded, and plenty of places to sit. Of course Kat’s miserable because she knows she fucked up, and Ryan’s miserable because he loves the girl but he’s tired of the lies (side note: his wife cheated on him while he was in Iraq and basically screwed him over big time and pretty much every other girl he’s been with has lied and cheated, so lies don’t go over real well with him). And I’m just like, good grief. Well, we drink. And we drink. And we take a shot. And they are STILL being sticks in the mud! I’m like “Blair, you’re going to have to do something to get these two laughing.” So I get them up dancing. We’re attempting to drunkenly imitate something along the lines of swing dancing (of course none of us have any real experience with swing dancing so we are probably looking like idiots but we’re having a blast doing it). I drag Ryan out of his slumped over state and get him going and he’s laughing and kat tries to cut in to dance with him and he goes and sits down. So Kat and I dance. And they lightened up – still mad at each other, but a lighter mad. I don’t know. When you’re mad like that, you gotta laugh. Because if you laugh, you let loose. If you let loose, you let go. And if you let go you forgive and move on.
We left not too long after that and I came on home (didn’t want to be there in the morning when they woke up and tried to sort it all out!). It was an interesting night. I know, completely pointless story. But it’s what happened on this side of the world in my life. :-p
I love Kat and Ryan. But I look at their relationship and I see a lot of things that I did in my first relationship. And it just reminds me how much I’ve grown and matured. And how my view has changed. Three years ago, I did the same thing. I lied about nothing. I was immature and played the tit-for-tat games – I wanted the “upper hand” in the relationship. I was just so caught up in the stuff that doesn’t matter.
And through the past two years and the different relationships I had in that time, I learned a lot about what I want in a relationship. How I want to hold and conduct myself in a relationship. That lying is pointless – it’s going to come out anyway, so you might as well just be honest about it. That games are draining – they never end once they start and it takes a positive relationship and turns it into a nasty beast. That “power” or “upper hands” in a relationship don’t foster happiness, but rather frustration and irritation and that I want an equal, not a minion or a dictator. That your partner might make you mad over something (spilling Sprite in her car, Valentines Day, etc), but you can’t keep score against the other person.
You can be mad for a while, but you have to let it go. And when you let it go, you have to let it go. You have to forgive, erase the scoreboard, start fresh, and move on. You do this (let go, forgive, move on) because you care about the other person. Because you want the both of you to be happy. And if you cant let go – regardless of how little or how big – then it’s not love. And if it’s not love, then it’s not going to last. And if it’s not going to last, why waste any more of your time?
Harsh perhaps. But it’s true.
So yesterday I’m sitting on the front porch of the Garcia’s reading my Nicholas Sparks book and enjoying the beautiful day (it was in the 70s and just beautiful; even if the wind was pretty strong) and my phone rings. The caller ID says it’s Katherine, so I pick it up and answer it, excited to hear from her. But it’s not Katherine on the phone, it’s Ryan!!!! Now let me back up a little bit. I’m not sure I told you who Ryan was? Well Ryan and Katherine dated for over a year and a half, and she just broke up with him like two months ago because he’d been a real butt head to her about where she was in life (depression and not sure what to do next and all that). But she ended things in a way that they continued to talk and communicate. He wanted (and wants) her back. Ryan and Katherine began dating when she and I were in college and Stacey, Kat, and I lived together in 1D (our apt number), so we all became really good friends with Ryan. Such good friends that he’s the gruff protective older brother I always wished I had. I wish y’all could have met before the deployment… And we were talking about you last night and he said “I wish I could have met this kid” – he takes it upon himself to meet, judge, and warn any guy that pursues me lol. But he’s a cool guy – he’s a big guy, former Marine (was stationed at Cherry Pt) and just recently moved back home to Mississippi (part of the reason Kat and him broke up was that he moved home without telling her). Well turns out he flew up to be with Kat for the next couple days – her grandmother had a stroke 2 days ago and they’re all worried about her. Kat’s dad flew to Arizona (where grandma is) to help grandma, so Kat was left at the house alone. (Told you it was kind of a long story; and I’m just getting started! Lol)
So I’m super stoked to hear from Brother Ryan (who I may refer to as “Brother” or “Ryan” or “Brother Ryan” interchangeably) because I haven’t seen him in like six months and he’s in town and he’s like “Come down to Kat’s and we’ll drink some wine and cook dinner and then we’ll all go out to karaoke.” So I’m there – lickety split. As fast as I can. Not only am I excited to see Ryan, but I’m also excited because I took the fact that he flew up as a good sign, that they were working things out and were on the road to getting back together (which I really hope happens!! If they can just let go of the stupid petty stuff and quit being so tit-for-tat, they’re perfect for each other!).
So I get there and we open some wine (no corkscrew – we had to use a literal screw and pliers! It was awesome!!) and are talking and we get on the subject of Stacey. And how a lot of people aren’t big fans of hers (they think she’s too immature and crazy; which she can be but she’s got a good heart). Then Ryan mentions what his buddy Barry used to say about 1D: “There’s the crazy one, the cool one, and the virgin. And you’ll know which one is which the minute you meet them.” (By the way, apparently I’m the cool one! Woot woot!) And we’re laughing and I tell them what Garrett said about Stacey: “I couldn’t get drunk enough.” And we’re laughing. And I say “I can’t blame the guy. Stacey stole all his blankets! I walked in there and he was on the couch with pillows on top of him trying to stay warm.” Then Kat says “I wish I’d been there.” Well stupid me, totally not realizing she was sending me a hint, says with a what-are-you-talking-about face “You were.” BOOM! Ryan gets all upset and is like “You WERE there weren’t you?” And he storms out and I’m just like ‘what just happened? What did you dooo Blair??’ And I look at Kat and I’m like ‘I’m soooo sorry. I didn’t know. But why did you lie to him? Nothing happened.’
So I managed to deflate the happy balloon in the space of 20 minutes of being there. I felt awful for spilling the beans (which I didn’t even know there were beans to spill about that weekend!). But at the same time, I couldn’t believe Kat lied to Ryan about it. I mean, literally nothing happened. And one of the many things I’ve learned in my relationships is that lying about something innocent makes it seem like it wasn’t innocent at all. So Kat and Ryan are arguing in the living room and she’s trying to cover one lie with another and I’m just standing in the kitchen confused as to whether or not I should leave or be there to mediate. So I decide to give it a little bit and see how it goes.
They simmer down, and come back into the kitchen. Ryan begins drinking heavily (obviously still mad) and Kat’s all jumpy and nervous and unsure about what to do and is trying to give peace offerings which Ryan is totally ignoring. So I get Ryan talking about the house he’s helping his Uncle gut and rebuild which distracts him. And things loosen up (although he’s still pissed at Kat) and we’re listening to music and talking and a cab is called (insert Jersey Shore imitations of “Cab’s are here!”) and we’re at a small little beach pub called Paddy’s.
Really cool bar – low key, not over crowded, and plenty of places to sit. Of course Kat’s miserable because she knows she fucked up, and Ryan’s miserable because he loves the girl but he’s tired of the lies (side note: his wife cheated on him while he was in Iraq and basically screwed him over big time and pretty much every other girl he’s been with has lied and cheated, so lies don’t go over real well with him). And I’m just like, good grief. Well, we drink. And we drink. And we take a shot. And they are STILL being sticks in the mud! I’m like “Blair, you’re going to have to do something to get these two laughing.” So I get them up dancing. We’re attempting to drunkenly imitate something along the lines of swing dancing (of course none of us have any real experience with swing dancing so we are probably looking like idiots but we’re having a blast doing it). I drag Ryan out of his slumped over state and get him going and he’s laughing and kat tries to cut in to dance with him and he goes and sits down. So Kat and I dance. And they lightened up – still mad at each other, but a lighter mad. I don’t know. When you’re mad like that, you gotta laugh. Because if you laugh, you let loose. If you let loose, you let go. And if you let go you forgive and move on.
We left not too long after that and I came on home (didn’t want to be there in the morning when they woke up and tried to sort it all out!). It was an interesting night. I know, completely pointless story. But it’s what happened on this side of the world in my life. :-p
I love Kat and Ryan. But I look at their relationship and I see a lot of things that I did in my first relationship. And it just reminds me how much I’ve grown and matured. And how my view has changed. Three years ago, I did the same thing. I lied about nothing. I was immature and played the tit-for-tat games – I wanted the “upper hand” in the relationship. I was just so caught up in the stuff that doesn’t matter.
And through the past two years and the different relationships I had in that time, I learned a lot about what I want in a relationship. How I want to hold and conduct myself in a relationship. That lying is pointless – it’s going to come out anyway, so you might as well just be honest about it. That games are draining – they never end once they start and it takes a positive relationship and turns it into a nasty beast. That “power” or “upper hands” in a relationship don’t foster happiness, but rather frustration and irritation and that I want an equal, not a minion or a dictator. That your partner might make you mad over something (spilling Sprite in her car, Valentines Day, etc), but you can’t keep score against the other person.
You can be mad for a while, but you have to let it go. And when you let it go, you have to let it go. You have to forgive, erase the scoreboard, start fresh, and move on. You do this (let go, forgive, move on) because you care about the other person. Because you want the both of you to be happy. And if you cant let go – regardless of how little or how big – then it’s not love. And if it’s not love, then it’s not going to last. And if it’s not going to last, why waste any more of your time?
Harsh perhaps. But it’s true.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Deployment Communication
:-/
When your guy is halfway across the world, hearing about how his buddy's wife was so happy when they got to talk isn't exactly helpful to one's mood. I know it's nothing personal and that Chris didn't take my number with him (or so I assume since I didn't get a phone call), but it makes me a little sad. Mostly jealous. That she got a few moments and I didn't.
I'm glad for her -- I know this separation must be 1,000 times more difficult for her than for me (since they've been together for six years and have a child). I'm glad that they are so in love that she is the first person he contacts the moment he can. It's a testament to their relationship.
So I went from having a most excellent day (my Boot Camp class had their final weigh in and fitness test today and everyone had amazing results) to a sad day. *sigh* He's really gone...
Methinks it's time to start writing him...
When your guy is halfway across the world, hearing about how his buddy's wife was so happy when they got to talk isn't exactly helpful to one's mood. I know it's nothing personal and that Chris didn't take my number with him (or so I assume since I didn't get a phone call), but it makes me a little sad. Mostly jealous. That she got a few moments and I didn't.
I'm glad for her -- I know this separation must be 1,000 times more difficult for her than for me (since they've been together for six years and have a child). I'm glad that they are so in love that she is the first person he contacts the moment he can. It's a testament to their relationship.
So I went from having a most excellent day (my Boot Camp class had their final weigh in and fitness test today and everyone had amazing results) to a sad day. *sigh* He's really gone...
Methinks it's time to start writing him...
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
And So the Waiting Begins...
Chris is on his way to Afghanistan right now.
Phew. Where did the time go?? I can't believe it's real. It doesn't feel real yet. It hasn't hit me, and won't hit me for a while. It won't hit me because I'm house sitting, so I am not sitting in my apartment, looking at the reminders. His "lazy pants" thrown over my chair next to the bed. His tobaggon on the hat rack. The early Valentines day suckers on my counter... The stupid stuff.
And so the waiting begins. For a letter to arrive. For carepackage time to come around. For him to come home.
Phew. Where did the time go?? I can't believe it's real. It doesn't feel real yet. It hasn't hit me, and won't hit me for a while. It won't hit me because I'm house sitting, so I am not sitting in my apartment, looking at the reminders. His "lazy pants" thrown over my chair next to the bed. His tobaggon on the hat rack. The early Valentines day suckers on my counter... The stupid stuff.
And so the waiting begins. For a letter to arrive. For carepackage time to come around. For him to come home.
Options and Opportunities
Well today I completed my first real Insanity workout, and although it kicked my ass, I felt wonderful for achieving something so small. What a great way to begin! :) I'm looking forward to finishing this goal. :) But it left me feeling motivated, energetic, optimistic, and in a mood to accomplish/research/make some decisions.
Lately, those who are the most important in my life have been asking me the same question: "Why don't you just go for Physical Therapy?" (as opposed to Physical Therapy Assistant which I'm currently hoping works out). For a while, I blew these questions off. But recently, the point that they're trying to make through this question has been sinking in. Why don't I just go for my Doctorate in PT?
So courtesy of my uplifted mood, I decided to do some research. Get some dates in mind, and make some plans/goals on this front. This is what I want to do with my life, so I need to stop wasting time and move towards my end goal.
I've found four schools that I'm interested in. Three in NC, one in SC. I am going to apply to them all because they all appeal to me for different reasons, and if I am accepted to more than one, decide which one then. There are many reasons why I'm interested in these particular schools -- proximity to family, to home, to the beach, to the boy (when he returns -- and yes, that is a small voice in the back of my mind. I've always maintained the mentality that I shouldn't choose my school based on a relationship, but that has never worked out for me. So perhaps it's time for me to start taking my heart into consideration. Key word consideration. Such attachments are not the primary decision maker, but I'm going to take them into consideration -- both romantic attachments and familiy attachments). But here are the schools, and the short story about admissions to each one:
ECU
Nov 1: ECU PT Application Due for following Summer
- Apply separately both to DPT program and Grad school
- 100 shadowing hours (at least): in patient, out patient, rehabilitation, long term care, geriatrics, pediatrics
- 2 letters of reference: licensed PT’s who supervised shadowing
- 1 other letter of reference
- 30 students accepted
Duke
October 1: application online due
- 3 year program (Aug – May)
- Apply through www.ptcas.org
- $28,000 annual cost
- Average GPA of accepted in past 3 years: 3.56
- GRE… Verbal: 497-514 Quantitative: 656-662
- 2 letters from academic sources; 1 from a physical therapist
- 70 students accepted
Elon
Rolling applications prior to January enrollment
- Min GPA of 3.0 (3.3 average last year)
- GRE: combined 1000, writing 2.5 (1660 was average last year)
- Letters of Recommendation: 1 from physical therapist, 1 from science instructor
- Personal statement
- Minimum 100 hours shadowing (at least 20 in a physical therapy acute inpatient care or hospital setting)
- Apply from Office of Graduate Admissions
- 3 year program
USC
Nov 1 Deadline
- 2 letters of recommendation: academic or clinical
- GRE at least 1000
- GPA minimum 3.0
- 18 students accepted
- No interview
What do you think? :)
Lately, those who are the most important in my life have been asking me the same question: "Why don't you just go for Physical Therapy?" (as opposed to Physical Therapy Assistant which I'm currently hoping works out). For a while, I blew these questions off. But recently, the point that they're trying to make through this question has been sinking in. Why don't I just go for my Doctorate in PT?
So courtesy of my uplifted mood, I decided to do some research. Get some dates in mind, and make some plans/goals on this front. This is what I want to do with my life, so I need to stop wasting time and move towards my end goal.
I've found four schools that I'm interested in. Three in NC, one in SC. I am going to apply to them all because they all appeal to me for different reasons, and if I am accepted to more than one, decide which one then. There are many reasons why I'm interested in these particular schools -- proximity to family, to home, to the beach, to the boy (when he returns -- and yes, that is a small voice in the back of my mind. I've always maintained the mentality that I shouldn't choose my school based on a relationship, but that has never worked out for me. So perhaps it's time for me to start taking my heart into consideration. Key word consideration. Such attachments are not the primary decision maker, but I'm going to take them into consideration -- both romantic attachments and familiy attachments). But here are the schools, and the short story about admissions to each one:
ECU
Nov 1: ECU PT Application Due for following Summer
- Apply separately both to DPT program and Grad school
- 100 shadowing hours (at least): in patient, out patient, rehabilitation, long term care, geriatrics, pediatrics
- 2 letters of reference: licensed PT’s who supervised shadowing
- 1 other letter of reference
- 30 students accepted
Duke
October 1: application online due
- 3 year program (Aug – May)
- Apply through www.ptcas.org
- $28,000 annual cost
- Average GPA of accepted in past 3 years: 3.56
- GRE… Verbal: 497-514 Quantitative: 656-662
- 2 letters from academic sources; 1 from a physical therapist
- 70 students accepted
Elon
Rolling applications prior to January enrollment
- Min GPA of 3.0 (3.3 average last year)
- GRE: combined 1000, writing 2.5 (1660 was average last year)
- Letters of Recommendation: 1 from physical therapist, 1 from science instructor
- Personal statement
- Minimum 100 hours shadowing (at least 20 in a physical therapy acute inpatient care or hospital setting)
- Apply from Office of Graduate Admissions
- 3 year program
USC
Nov 1 Deadline
- 2 letters of recommendation: academic or clinical
- GRE at least 1000
- GPA minimum 3.0
- 18 students accepted
- No interview
What do you think? :)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Things I'm Looking Forward To...
- Finishing (not so much the starting and duration of) Insanity workouts
- Receiving letters from him :) :) :)
- Going to the beach!!!! And soaking up the sun!!!!! In my bikini!!!!!
- Getting my hair colored in April/May (for an idea of what i'll be doing: http://www.dixiestreams.com/leann-rimes-swingin/)
- Sending him care packages
- Figuring out whether I will stay in New Bern (for him) or move to Greensboro (for sister/family) -- most of which is reliant on if the PTA program will ever start...
- The next Harry Potter movie (yes, I'm aware that this is way far off, but I'm still stoked about it!!)
- Doing some more reading (a forever goal, one which I rarely get to :( )
- Receiving letters from him :) :) :)
- Going to the beach!!!! And soaking up the sun!!!!! In my bikini!!!!!
- Getting my hair colored in April/May (for an idea of what i'll be doing: http://www.dixiestreams.com/leann-rimes-swingin/)
- Sending him care packages
- Figuring out whether I will stay in New Bern (for him) or move to Greensboro (for sister/family) -- most of which is reliant on if the PTA program will ever start...
- The next Harry Potter movie (yes, I'm aware that this is way far off, but I'm still stoked about it!!)
- Doing some more reading (a forever goal, one which I rarely get to :( )
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