So, as the life of a pharmacy student is very busy, I have just now begun to write my second post, which ironically is the night before the first oncology exam. But, it's okay. I need a break anyway. I was thinking about whether to write my story chronologically or just go with it and write whatever I feel that day, wherever my emotions take me. My friend suggested to write chronologically, and it made the most sense to me; if anyone were to ever read this, it would be better understood this way. Plus, if I were to read this again, I would better remember it this way, and sometimes I just don't like watching those movies that have scenes from the future at the beginning of the movie and vice versa. So we'll start with the day I move to Marilola (yes, this is a fake city because I'm changing the names of everyone and everything).
I couldn't believe I was moving all the way to Marilola to go to pharmacy school. What was I thinking? This place was a good 8-9 hours away from home. I could have chosen to go to another campus that was only 4 hours away from home, but when I was putting down my choices on paper, I hadn't realized that the other campus was only 4 hours. For some reason, I thought it was somewhere far, far away. I thought, "Oh, it'll be fine. I'll go to Marilola for two years, and then I'll get to be in Sadall for the last two. Sadall is only 3 hours away. I'll be that much closer to my family." What was I thinking?
I actually don't remember much about packing or anything. I just couldn't believe I was moving to a town where I've only been to once before- for the actual school interview. I do remember my interview. It was a cold, wintry day in Marilola. My home is a bit further south so even in February it was not too cold. But in Marilola, it was freezing, I-just-wanna-stay-inside cold. Lucky me, the only suit I had was a skirt suit that my Mom had picked out from Dillard's. I was never interested in buying suits, but she insisted that one day I would need one, and I might as well get one on sale. Yes, she was right. It went really well with my lovely red coat from Banana Republic so I was pleased as punch to wear the combination.
The day before the interview, we drove to Marilola and checked into a hotel that was just a couple of minutes down the road from the school, which was very cool. I knew a friend who interviewed at this school the year before, and she flew. My heart was hoping my dad would say, "Yeah, it's too far. You should fly, too." Instead, I got a whopping, "Nope, we're going to drive! Hey, let's make it a family trip! We can go skiing after your interview!" Great. So we were all going skiing after my interview because a ski resort was just a few hours away. I knew I was going to be so tired, but my parents insisted it was going to be a rare chance for us to go skiing. I was like, "Yeah, sure."
The morning of the interview, I really didn't want to go to the interview. I had to wake up early, and for some reason, I just knew that I was going to get accepted. I felt like God had already signed the papers, and I was in because that's where I was meant to be. Granted, it was an early decision interview, and I had heard that most people who applied early decision and got an interview pretty much got in. The interview was just a formality to make sure you weren't crazy or something. Looking back, I think I might've been dealing with some sadness. I just lacked volition in my life, and that morning, it hit me. I kept telling myself, "Ya know, if you don't do the interview, you can't get in at all" over and over again to get through. So, my parents dropped me off, and I walked in pretty much as they were about to get started. I barely signed in, walked into the waiting area, and then walked out because everyone else was leaving and I was still standing in the doorway like a roadblock.
I managed my way into a group of girls just standing around, perhaps pretending to like each other, when they're all really thinking, "I hope she doesn't get in because I want, no NEED, to get accepted into this school!" I was, of course, a bit nervous and a bit excited but mostly in my own little world when we all heard this noise. Some of us turned toward the front of the building, and I honestly can't remember why we all turned. The one thing I do remember is setting my eyes on the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in real life. When I turned back to the group of girls standing around me, my head was going nuts. Inside, I was saying, "WOW." It was like that moment on season 8 of Friends in the Thanksgiving episode, and Phoebe sees Brad Pitt for the first time. She says hi so cursorily because she's pretending she's so into the football game, but when her mind finally registers the gorgeousness of Brad, she mouthes the words, "Oh, wow!" She then told God, "Well done," which were my exact sentiments with this boy.
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