We made it, guys. We made it.
We survived mostly unfrayed to the long-awaited Match Day. If you’re new around here, and are like, “What the heck is Match Day?,” get caught up here.
After weeks of figuring out where to apply and then applying; months of Rob traveling to interviews; weeks of waffling back and forth over ranking the programs; and weeks of waiting; Match Day arrived last Friday.
Here’s how it went down:
Last Monday we received an email letting Rob know that he matched into a program. The school doesn’t tell you where yet, just that you did match. This is important because if you happened to not match, you have several days to do what’s called “The Scramble” to find a placement somewhere. If you don’t find any placement, you have to wait a year and apply again. No good.
Rob’s school (which I believe is like most schools) planned a brief Match Day ceremony and letter opening on Friday where they pass out all the envelopes and have everyone open them at the same time. Noon to be exact.
Since Rob did match (yay!), we tried to keep ourselves occupied and distracted all week waiting for Friday to come. I thankfully had a bazillion recitals to work, so I was pretty busy. We also spent a ridiculous amount of time lamenting about politics and the state of our country. We Ohioans had our primary election last week, so that was a welcome distraction for sure.
On Friday, we basically showed up around 11:15am, said “hi” to all our friends, then sat for the ceremony at 11:30am. There were several short speeches and at about five minutes until noon, students were invited up to get their letters.
We decided to bring Pookie, because it felt like such a big event for her to not be there. All she cared about was running around and eating popcorn.
The letters were at a table at the front of the room organized according to last name. I was wondering how that would all go down, but to my surprise, it took everyone about 30 seconds to get their envelope. Nice job organizers.
Rob got his letter and then walked back over to where we were seated, sealed envelope in hand.
Rob and I felt pretty chill up until that moment, but once I saw that envelope, I got all queasy.
OH, the DRAMA!!!
There was a countdown to noon and when it arrived, a horn was blown to signal we could open the letter.
Rob was upset that he forgot his pocket knife and had to waste precious seconds ripping it open by hand.
Once the envelope was open, Rob pulled out the letter and what did we see??
Words. Lots of words.
I scanned it quickly. Words, words, words.
For some reason, I half expected it to say the name of where we were going in capital, bold 42-point font.
Nope. Nothing like that. It was all official and normal.
We finally saw where the placement was listed and as we had hoped, he matched in Galveston!
I cried. Not sure why. I’m an emotional person and the whole thing was just a bit to much for me to keep my composure.
Pookie looked bored and asked for food. Typical.
We quickly started darting around the room finding our friends to hear their news. It was a surreal experience!
We then enjoyed some light hors d’oeuvres provided by the school and headed across the street for lunch with some friends. It was a perfect day for us!
Rob and I are very excited with our placement and I feel like it’s going to be such a good fit. I’m stoked about being near the ocean and dwelling with hot temperatures and humidity. Call me crazy, but this desert rat loves some moisture! (That’s a reference to the fact that I grew up in New Mexico!)
The saddest part is that we are going to a completely different part of the country than most of our friends. It’s hard to think about not having those people in our lives on a daily basis. *tears*
It’s also very sad for me to leave my job in Columbus. I’ve had such a blast teaching contemporary voice and helping the students become more versatile in their skills and more prepared in their ability to have singing careers. It will be hard to say goodbye.
So now we start the researching and packing. Where to live? Where to send Pookie to school? When to leave Columbus? How are we going to pack up all this shhhutff?
I’ve moved a lot in my life so far, and I actually really enjoy it, however, this time we don’t have the military to pack and move our stuff for us. Waaah!
Hopefully Rob doesn’t notice all the things that magically start disappearing to the thrift store. Ha! 😉
So let the process begin! Galveston, here we come!! 😀