It's May 4th, 2015. I put my phone on silent mode for my morning classes and for unknown reasons, whether or not it will vibrate for a call (as it is supposed to do) is rather unpredictable. That day, my phone didn't move a single inch as I studied at my desk. At around 7 pm, I start to get ready for practice and once I'm done dressing, I look at my phone to see one voice mail. My heart jumps at the unknown number and DC area code but I immediately squash the hope--I had been falsely hopeful at unfamiliar area codes too many times already. But then I listen to the voicemail: 

"Tina, this is Dr. Ray Mitchell." 

My first thought was that I don't have a physician by that name, and so I began to believe that it might be an acceptance call. 

"Um, I hope this is a happy message for you but..." 

This "but" was perhaps one of the most nerve-wracking ones I've ever heard. I started to think that maybe this was some weird, bittersweet call about being moved to a high priority wait-list instead.

"I'm just--I get the pleasure as the dean to call and congratulate you that you will be getting the official email acceptance to the school of medicine."

At this point, my mind is racing and my hands are trembling uncontrollably. I was accepted somewhere and about to explode in utter joy, but I am now wholly preoccupied by one question, "WHICH SCHOOL OF MEDICINE?!"

"Congratulations, we want to see you here as a double Hoya in August. Call your folks."

I'm going to be a double Hoya. I'll always be a Terp at heart but I have no problems with adding blue and gray to my wardrobe. 

Epilogue: 

Of course, I then immediately run to Henry in the closet and replay the voice mail on speaker. I jump on him immediately in celebration and re-injure his back right before practice, doing some major damage--whoops. Searching "Ray Mitchell" on Google to confirm his position as dean is my next action because part of me can hardly believe it and suspects this could be some sort of elaborate, perverse hoax but the search confirms it. On the drive to practice, I call my mom who screams her congratulations through the phone and on an impulse, offers me the new car she just bought (I decline because I'm fairly sure she offered without thinking). At practice, I take the good news and ensuing confidence to attempt jump kicks for the first time in almost two years--I manage to do three thus, add to an amazing day. Afterwards, I listen to the voice mail maybe ten more times that night and manage to catch only four hours of sleep because I am too excited and hope the day never ends.