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Introducing DR. Amanda!

(Warning:  this posting will be filled with lots of sorority girl "stuff"- not sure what that entails.  I can just feel it.)

This past weekend, my friend, Amanda graduated from USC, with her doctorate in Physical Therapy. She is now officially a "DR." On top of graduating, she's recently been accepted to the physical therapy residency program at USC. She was one of only seven people nationwide, accepted into the program. You might think, "This has nothing to do with Kat or Wyatt", but really, IT DOES. Our friends are such a big part of our lives and we rejoice in their own personal and professional accomplishments. So, I thought I'd take the time to write about Amanda and how we met.

Once upon a time, there was a bachelorette party for my sorority sister, Erica. Erica's sister, Elyse brought her sorority sister, Amanda. (Following yet?) Before the trip Erica had prepped me and said that I would be sharing a room with Elyse and Amanda. I did not know Elyse too well and did not know Amanda at all, however, I knew I'd survive because as Erica put it, I was "good with being around new people". (And I am!) Anyway, when sleeping arrangements were made, I shared the same bed as Amanda. Sharing a bed did not bother me at all because according to my sister, who shared a room with me for 15 years, I sleep like a dead person, arms crossed and all. :) Amanda swore she did too, but in the middle of the night, she was cuddled up right against my back. Sleep like a dead person my butt! The rest, as they say, is history. I feel like I've known this girl forever and I feel so lucky to have such a supportive friend.

Erica's bachelorette party in Vegas- where it all began


On Sunday, we drove to San Clemente, CA to celebrate Amanda's accomplishment with her family and friends. We love you, Dr. Amanda!



God Bless,
Kat

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