So, it had been one week since my interview at LMU and I was past the point of being so nervous I could barely think. Overall I was calm, but was really anxious about getting a call. Brooke and I had been keeping an eye on the Student Doctor Network (an online forum) everyday to see if anyone from my interview day had received a call. We noticed that several people that had already been accepted received their calls either in the morning or early afternoon about 1:00. So as 2:00 approached (which was 3:00 at LMU) I had given up hope for that day and was already hoping Tuesday would be the day. I was sitting in the library with my student I work with at Huntsville High and we were using my phone as a calculator to help with some Physics homework. All of a sudden my phone began to buzz and I immediately recognized the 423 area code. I grabbed the phone said, "This might be that call I was telling you about" and began running (yes running) out of the library as I was hitting the Accept button on my phone....
"Hello"......"Hello?" "CRAP!!!"
HOW CAN YOU MISS A CALL AFTER ONE RING!!?? HOW!!!!!!!! FEWEST DROPPED CALLS MY...
Anyway, I continued running to the teacher's lounge and got there at the same time the "1 New Voicemail" message appeared on my phone. I dialed as fast as possible. My hand was shaking a little bit as I heard the most glorious voice in the world speaking to my voicemail box.
"Hello, Justin. This is Dean Stowers of the Debusk College of Osteopathic Medicine. I just signed the letter offering you a spot in the medical school and I just wanted to be the first to say Congratiulations."
Wow! I just smiled.
I actually called back, but of course he was busy making other calls, but I just told the Secretary Thanks and I was sorry I had missed his call (But I would soon realize missing his call was great because I got to listen to those words about 30 times that night and now have a recorded version on my computer to keep forever.)
After hanging up the phone I leaned against the wall and all I could do was smile slightly. I had been waiting for this moment for two years and now that it was here I didn't know how to act. Truthfully I had thought I would cry, but I didn't. I just felt content. Relieved and content. I walked back to share the good news with my student and then left work early to meet Brooke. I must have left in a real hurry because one fellow employee asked if I had been fired as I passed him on my way out.
When I got to Nana's house Brooke was in the floor playing with Owen and Nana was in her rocking chair. I just walked in, handed Brooke the phone, and casually said, "Hey, listen to this." It was really cool to see her face light up during the course of that 14 second phone message. Getting the news was great, but sharing it with her was much better. We had put so much time and effort in to applying and she had been so supportive throughout the whole process and that moment made it all worth it.
We spent the rest of the night calling and meeting with family and friends and just flat out trying to soak it in. The best reaction other than Brooke was that of good friend (not to mention an avid reader of this blog haha) Dr. Andrew D. Hodges. He had been my biggest source of advice throughout the application process and it was really great to hear him leave me a message addressing me as "Dr. Pruitt". Finally, All the work, and waiting had paid off. I was in at LMU and still waiting for a letter from PCOM-Ga.
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