I got into the RADIOGRAPHY program!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woo-frickin-hoo! Man I don't know if I have ever worked my butt off so hard for something. It has all paid off!Technically I accidentally found out Monday, two days before everyone else got their letter. I wanted to wait to announce it until I had tangible evidence. I realized that my ACT score hadn't been included in one of my transcripts and pretty much had a breakdown right in the middle of my A&P class. I ran to the program directors office after class all in a huffy. She said they had already mailed out the 16 acceptance letters (they only take 16 per year!!) but she would add what I got on my ACT score and see if it would have changed my spot at all... right then and there I accepted my fate of not getting in and realized I would need to figure out what the heck else I'd should to do with my life.
"It didn't really change much, you're still 10th," she said.
Then she began to fear that I was going to hug her to death and drown her in my tears of joy. Woo! best. day. ever. (besides getting married, and besides Reagan being born)
Coach Benjamin and Casey were awesome and took us out to dinner at Chili's to celebrate Tuesday night. We were so excited to get together and commemorate my monumental achievement. We all enjoyed chowing down on the chips and salsa, including Reagan. Reagan might have enjoyed eating them too much. Soon after our entrees were placed on the table and we were digging in, Reagan chose to projectile VOMIT... everywhere. Zach whisked him to the bathroom as Reagan continued to ralph, leaving a tasty trail of puke across the restaurant. It was lovely and not embarrassing at all. Needless to say, the celebration ended rather abruptly.
Here's the poor guy once we got home modeling his up-chuck bowl. I found him yesterday pretending to sob and then gag into another bowl, how weird/adorable!
P.S. I updated this post with pictures, on account of my friend Samuel.