In continuation of Momalom's Five for Ten series, today's topic is "Happiness." Click on over to join the fun!
During the whole appendectomy episode, Ben decided that he wanted to try a new educational/career path. Being in the hospital reignited his dream of becoming a doctor. Since his GPA was practically spotless, he was weary of smudging his record with the tyrannical science courses. With my wholehearted support, he decided he would give pre-med a one semester try. If he felt confident after that first semester, he would continue on until the next semester, and, after that, he would be set on medical school. (See? I really do support him in his dreams! As long as they do not include becoming a career pilot.)
The first semester was rough. Not only were we new parents, but we were both taking classes. Plus, to put it mildly, Ben's classes were not easy.
When the semester was over, he managed to walk away with better grades than he expected. He decided to continue.
Now, almost 2 years later, we have reached a point that was a mere speck in the horizon.
Yesterday, we received Ben's MCAT scores.
If I could fully relate how much we have both sacrificed to reach this point, I would. I will tell you this--there have been many days, especially over this last semester, when I wouldn't see Ben until he stumbled into bed around 2 am. I'm not just referring to the weekdays. I mean Monday-Saturday. (Sunday was our sacred family time.) It was difficult. Parenting two little babies by myself, especially when my husband is only a couple miles away, was harder than I anticipated. I wrote many disparaging posts (which I may just delete) and cried more than I care to admit, but I tried my best to support my husband through it all. It helped to know that he was struggling as well. I mean, he had to study and actually take the test. I only had to blubber about solo parenting. Besides, he loves his children more than I can describe. He would have given anything to be with them.
So. April 10th came and Ben took the test. When finished it did nothing to alleviate our anxiety. For all we knew, he would be taking it again (because he likely did not do well enough) after he found out his score.
The kids and I may have seen Ben more this last month, but the tension was still palpable; the nights still sleepless.
Fast forward to yesterday. The scores were scheduled to come out at some point during the day. While Ben tried to work and I tried to, um, tend to the kids (meaning read all the delightful Five for Ten posts), we couldn't help but look at the website every ten seconds.
Finally, a little after 1:00, I received the call I had been expecting. I answered the phone with a hurried--"Was it good??" To which my husband replied, "Yes!"
For inquiring minds, knowing the score is the first step. We will now be applying to different medical schools and starting the interviewing process sometime in September. In some ways, I never thought this day would come. I was sure we would be stuck in undergraduate education forever. I am glad that this theory proved to be untrue.
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