Xanga-March 17, 2005

And here begins another long entry---
So this weekend (Sunday) sort of started what would be a semi-bad week. I had nothing to do with the following but they lost an embryo. Like it was sitting in a dish and then the dish disappeared. Lots of fingers were pointed and feelings hurt. This is sort of a big deal seeing as how transfering horse embryos is their business.
Then Sunday afternoon I went to the mailbox and there was a letter for me from Mizzou, not just Mizzou but the vet school. So right there at the mailbox I opened it and found out that I had been declined a postion in next years class but then below that in bold was the news that I had been placed on the alternate list so that if someone decides not to go there I can have their place. I screamed with joy! Then I drove back to tell Dr. Thacker and Rachel and I cried all the way down the driveway. So it was a major deal-on one hand I had been rejected from vet school but on the other I had been placed on the alternate list meaning like the letter said that the commitee was impressed with my application enough to seriously consider me. But I was thinking and now I need to start searching for a real job. And not going to vet school will open up lots of doors for me: I can find a job anywhere, move to St.Joe for awhile, get an apartment that allows dogs and get my corgi. Pretty much anything I want I can now do because I'm not being tied down for the next four years by my future. But then I called the vet school looking for what number I was on the list because say if I was number 1 then I would say that a postion was almost guarenteed for me, but if I was number 10 then probably not. I didn't get to talk to anyone but after we got home from Golden Corral ('Its literally a corral for angry fat people!'-Benji from Good Charlotte---Wednesday-Cattles Night, Erick and Matt would be proud.) there was a message on my phone from Kathy. She said that I had not been rejected and they fully expect to be able to take me in the class. I was only five away from being chosen anad last year (Martha and Frei's class) they took nine off of the alternate list and seven the year before. So I'm pretty excited!
On Monday, I had three donuts for breakfast. Is this alot? Because Dr. Matthews seems to think so. Anyway, later in the week he was trying to stick a culture sample in my pocket but wasn't anywhere even near my pocket and then he told me that maybe I should get some looser jeans and not eat three donuts! AHHH!
This entry isn't nearly as good as the one I had planned when I didn't have any time to write it.

[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on March 19, 2011.]