The Elephant in the Room

Well, tomorrow is the day. Something is decided in the match. Hopefully, it will mean that I have matched to UT-Houston and will attend medical school beginning in August. Of secondary options, I would match to either of the other schools where I interviewed. Worst case is that I don't match. Everyone in the house is avoiding discussing the topic. The time just ticks away, "like sand through the hourglass" so is the waiting for medical school admission. I have not shared the time that the match will occur with my family. They think that I am going to stay up until midnight tomorrow like I did for the disappointment of the pre-match offer day on November 15th. I am debating what I am going to do. I had thought that I would stay at work late and then have alone time to process the results on the way home. But, if I get bad news, I don't want to be driving like that, with tears streaming down my face. So, I guess that I will come home and maybe try to be private about the whole thing. Then I can let everyone know what the result is.

I hope that I haven't let my family down. That would be the thing that I most regret, all the time and money and testing and sacrifice to reach the finish line and not cross it. To watch all the other racers cross on beyond me and reach their dream. I think of the line from the Shawshank Redemption:

Andy Dufresne: That there's something inside... that they can't get to,
that they can't touch. That's yours.
Red: What're you talking about?
Andy Dufresne: Hope.

I hope tomorrow will bring good news. I hope.