I found out last week that I have been accepted into the medical program at Memorial University of Newfoundland.  I received the phone call on the Tuesday morning after Mark's farewell party.  I have no memory of getting home from the bar other than the fact that I got a ride with Meryn, but Derm informs me that I knocked on his window at about 3 AM.  Needless to say, I was disorientated on the phone when the admissions officer called the next morning.  It took me a long time to figure out who was calling me or what she was trying to tell me.  After devoting so much time and energy to the application process, and investing so much emotionally on going to medical school, I always imagined that if got in I would feel euphoria and elation.  I never imagined that I would feel no emotion whatsoever.  But that's exactly what happened because of the circumstances surrrounding the way I found out.  I was simply in no shape to react in any way except go back to bed and hope the room would stop spinning.

I am happy that the wait is over.  There is no doubt now that I will be a physician one day.  The only question is where, as I am still waiting for the results from five other medical schools.  I am on track to defend my PhD thesis sometime in June, so I will hopefully meet the requirements of completing my graduate degree prior to admission.  It has not been easy.  The five weeks I spent working non-stop on my thesis were brutal.  On weekdays I would be in the lab from 9 AM to 7 PM, come back to St. John's for dinner, then go back to the lab and work from 8 PM until midnight or 1 AM.  The weekends weren't much different except that sometimes I would go out for dinner, which was a welcome escape from my windowless stress-reeking prison of an office.

I am grateful to my St. John's College friends for relieving my stress and making my experience in Vancouver so damn enjoyable.  You have been officially acknowledged in my thesis.