Medical School

Well, I vowed I would never write a post without pictures because no one really wants to just read my thoughts and feelings about life. But seeing as I am worse at picture taking then at blogging, lucky you, you get to read my thoughts and feelings about life :) For the past 3 weeks I have been a mess with the semester coming to an end and with an impending acceptance or rejection letter hanging over our heads. Needless to say this past week has been quite stressful for the Clark household. We knew we would be getting a letter any day, and in that letter would be an answer that would allow us to plan for medical school in the fall.  I have been telling Josh for about a month now that I am just done with this phase of our life, I feel like I have been stuck in limbo way too long! It would either contain a yes or no, and with this information we would be able to start making plans to move to Omaha, NE for Josh to go to Creighton or planning for a summer vacation.
So, I get home after clinical yesterday around 3, by the way clinical was not eventful at all I was in labor and delivery and there was a whole lot of nothing happening there. I was already bummed and a  little frustrated with the waste of day I had. Our mail generally comes around 3:30-4:00. So I started doing homework in the front room so that I could hear the mail man if he came. Well by 3:30 I was freaking out, about to throw up or cry at any moment. This lasted until about 4:30, when I finally did break down, I didn't understand why today of all days had to be the day the mailman was late... "Really mailman I am done with waiting, don't you know that?" So I had just come to the conclusion that the mailman was not going to come. I sat down and did what any girl would do, watch SMASH and ate chocolate to drown my sorrows.
Josh got home around 5:30, came into the bedroom and had the mail in his hand. "How did I miss it? I was in my room with the window open the whole time?" "YOU SNEAKY, MAILMAN!" As we sat there opening the letter, I knew that our future was going to be decided with this little piece of mail. We start reading and:
"WAIT LIST?!" Are you joking me, I so just wanted this waiting and anticipation to be over! I started to get angry and Josh, being the calm logical man he is said, "Well, I guess we plan for Creighton but hope for the U."
So, that is what we are going to do. We are going to plan on Creighton, people have done worse then get wait listed at their first choice school and accepted to their second. I know that the Lord has a plan for all of us and I know we will be fine and taken care of, even if he is really enjoying toying with "my poor nerves".
We will keep you updated if as events begin to transpire :)