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Year 23

Oh year 23.

First and foremost, I'm so very grateful that I had yet another birthday. Thanks mom and dad for making me.

Here are all the things that I was blessed to experience in my 23rd year of life:
  1. I was voted Offensive Player of the Year and nominated for TLU Female Athlete of the Year and NCAA Woman of the Year.
  2. I went to Wursfest for the 4th year in a row! Ziggy Zaggy Ziggy Zaggy Oi Oi Oi
  3. I traveled to DC for the first time for a conference. #TeamRice
  4. I spent my 3rd Christmas with Lalo's family.
  5. I went on my first cruise!
  6. Lalo and I celebrated our 3 yr. anniversary.
  7. And then we celebrated our 4th Easter together with his family.
  8. I saw Chainsmokers at SPI for Spring Break.
  9. My parent's surprised me with a new car. [I still miss the box, though]
  10. One of my best friends got into chemistry grad school at UT.
  11. I graduated with 2 degrees, a minor, and honors.
  12. I got into a super competitive 1-year masters program in Medical Sciences.
  13. I moved to Fort Worth, TX. To live all alone.
  14. I met a brand new person who became a new best friend.
  15. I slaved away over the MCAT, retook it, and exceed my own expectations.
  16. I stood in the front row at a Lil Jon concert. He said "What," I said "yeah."
  17. I started playing intramural soccer as a has been.
  18. I found a whole new and loving support group.
  19. I went to my first trivia night: Harry Potter themed.
  20. I became the volunteer coordinator for my graduate program.
  21. One of my other other best friends had her first baby! Call me: Aunt Ned.
  22. I learned how to intubate.
  23. I got into medical school! Final-freaking-ly!
I'm pretty pumped to see what my 24th year brings me. So bring it on life!

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