I have been dragging my feet about posting about our Match Day because I really don’t want to reveal where we are going. NOT because I am embarrased about where we ended up, au contraire. We are thrilled(!) with our match. It’s more about the whole google your name and up comes your address, phone number, social security number and debit card pin that freaks me out! So I figure if I at least TRY to keep our location on the D.L. then maybe I won’t have nightmares about people finding me! Paranoid? Maybe, but J still has many, many more overnight calls to do. Which means I will be HOME ALONE! And I saw that movie so I know all the bad things that can happen!
Anyways, back to our Match Day. It was seriously the most exciting and anticipated day EVER. While waiting for our envelopes to be handed out, other wives were saying how it was like their wedding day. Full and anticipation and excitement. I don’t know about y’all but my wedding day was NOT like Match Day. Our wedding was full of joy, love, all things romantic and THE KNOWN! I knew we were going to be married. I knew we were going on a honeymoon the next day. I knew we would be starting med school right out of the gate. I knew the home we would be living in. Match Day… not so much. I knew NOTHING! I was just so freaking excited to find out something!
So J and I woke up way too early after staying up way too late the night before. We got all dolled up to celebrate
St. Patrick’s Match Day because we are fun like that.
So we get to the building where our fate is being handed out and meet up with some friends outside. They all laugh at our outfits. (btw, seriously? No one else thought of dressing up for fun on St. Pat’s Day? COME ON!! LAME!!) Our other friends (who I all convinced should dress up hee hee hee) finally arrived and into the room we are taken.
They try to convince us that we are hungry and should eat. I got food, looked at it and thought I was going to throw up. So into the trash it went. J ate every bite of his. Then it happened. No, not handing out the envelopes. Just the Dean walking around with the envelopes in his hand! How RUDE!!! oh the torture! Then they get up and make announcements about the class’ stats. Like how many states the students matched at, how many is in each specialty, etc. etc. Then with no warning they called a name out. I, however, didn’t realize this name was a person in the class until J yelled out “What!?!? We’re starting!?!?” Then my heart dropped and I was glad there was nothing in my stomach. Names were being called out left and right! BOOM a name and then BOOM another name. J must have been freaking out cause he was yelling for them to “slow down! It’s too fast!” Too fast, love? No way! Let’s get to your name! The anticipation was killing us!
So they are calling out names and no one sitting in our group of 20 (med students + wives) is being called. Not one. We are all just sitting there. Blah! Then, by the mercy of all that is holy, they called J’s name. He stands up and then proceeds to RUN to the front to pick up his enevelope.
He runs back to me and sits down. We smile for a cute little picture.
J says he’s not going to open it.
We sit there.
I look at the envelope and then back to J. Envelope, J. Everyone is yelling for him to open it, but he’s not moving. He’s just staring at it.
Hold up. Wait just a second. What the heck is going on? Why are we not opening it?
I lovingly and supportingly sit there, give him a gentle little hug and say “Dear, open the BEEPing letter. Please.” Ha! (Sorry mom!)
So J starts to open to letter. Everyone around us is closing in wanting to see where we matched to. I am feaking out. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Out comes the tri(!)folded sheet of paper. He opens the top and all you can see is the letterhead and bunch of other boring words.
But there is a slight viewing of the words “Congratulations, you have matched!” Open it a little more and all this other nonsense mumbo-jumbo…
And then we see it.
Well, I guess I saw it first You have matched into Radiology- Diagnostic at blank blank blank blank blank blank blank (blanks not equivalent to name of place). It seems so anti-climactic to not say where. I want to tell you all and brag about what a great place my husband got into. How all his hard work paid off and how I couldn’t be more grateful for his dedication to doing his best every single day for 4 straight years. All those days he missed playing and spending time with me and our families were not left in vain. He did it! He got into residency for radiology at an awesome place!
We were so excited and beyond grateful. I didn’t cry while there, but I cried when I watched the video of us opening the envelope after we got home. It was just so right. God knows what he is doing and we couldn’t be happier. We ended up getting our #3 pick for intern year and our #3 pick for Radiology (which we expected to get since #1 and #2 were both a pretty wishful ranking).
I then presented J with a hat from the place we matched to.
I had secretly picked out hats from our top 4 places and brought them with me! Sneaky! Wait, what? This isn’t the nba draft? Shoot! Oh well. (I highly reccomend getting something from the places you might end up at. J really loved it!)
We talked with everyone and found out where they were all going. Some are staying and some are going. Most people were either really excited or happy. We really didn’t talk with many people who were totally shocked and bummed at where they ended up. It was a good day! Yay for Match Day!
PS ~ Why yes, I did make my own little match day shirt! Thanks for asking!
We were completly and emotionally exhausted! Such a great day! The next chapter of our lives is about to begin!