That Letter in the Mail

Dear 18-year-old me and those who ever doubted me,

Remember that class

You thought you’d never pass?

Remember those nights

filled with endless future frights?

What can I do with a biology degree?

I always knew medical school wasn’t right for me 

Suddenly the years had flown by,

in just the blink of an eye

Finally, I knew what I wanted to be,

3 short letters: PA-C

Hours of healthcare experience, shadowing and community service,

Then essay writing and interview practice, getting more and more nervous

The interviews had come and gone,

There I sat by the mailbox like a pawn

Just a piece in the game that is life,

Hoping my hard work was worth the strife

Then one day it came, that letter in the mail,

It was like I had found my own holy grail

“You’re Accepted!” it said,

I cried, my face turning red

The hard work is not yet done,

But this is a victory I am proud to have won

In two short years I’ll be Jennifer S., PA-C,

Here’s to all that have ever doubted me.