Well, last week I had my interview with Trevecca’s Physician’s Assistant program. I think the interview went well. It was not quite as intimidating as I thought it would be. However, I found out that I was in the last group to interview. This sucks because the numbers went something like this: 400+ people applied, 144 got interviews, and they only choose 40. By the time I had my interview, 26 people had already been offered and accepted a spot. This means that out of the 60-70 people that interviewed with me, only 14 will get offers. Now, I’m not great with statistics, but I don’t think it is in my favor to get in. Never fear though, I have a backup plan. I’m looking for jobs already, and plan to just work for a year and get more experience and then apply again. No big deal. I just wish I would get the letter before Jon and I go to Gulf Coast Getaway. That way, I will not have to spend all weekend wondering about the results. I’m am pumped about GCG though. I know this weekend will be awesome. Maybe Jon and I will come back with a clearer vision of what God wants for us.

In other news, Jon and I have been debating about whether or not to buy a house or continue to rent for a while. This decision rests largely on whether or not I get into school and of course whether or not we can find something decent in our price range in the location that we need to live in. Complicated for sure. The task of finding a house seems so daunting, and expensive. We have almost decided to rent. We found the perfect apartments, with an exception. Their pet policy says that they will only accept dogs whose full grown weight is less than 30 pounds. I weighed Pogo the other night and he wieghed about 35 Wish I knew what to do.