This is the most ridiculously surreal experience for me. It's been pretty awesome, so far. I'm gonna be a doctor!!! And I get to CHOOSE where!!
On a less awesome note, a conversation I had with my mom:
Me: Guess what, guess what!!!
Mom: What? Are you okay?
Me: Yes! I got accepted to UTMB!
Mom: What?
Me: I got accepted to UTMB. That place in Galveston? In Texas? On that island? The one I didn't stop talking about for weeks?
Mom: Well, I can't say I'm happy about this. Why do you have to always try to be as far away from us as you can? Why can't you just stay near us like [insert 10+ friends' children who have no jobs and live in their parents' basements]? What did we do to make you do this? Do you hate us? And Texas? Why Texas?
Me: ...
... I ... but ... this is a good thing ... I'm gonna be a doctor! ...
{then she gets upset because I called my dad (still married) first}