I still have to:
1. Get an appointment with my GP for the medical checkup
2. Tell my two reference writers to get on with it (it's been weeks! I do hope they're skipping my toddler antics.)
3. Go through the massive psychological testing (three days in residence)
4. Graduate. Er.
5. And, as Sr. Rosaleen said, "on your next visit, we'll also have to measure you up for your postulant clothes." (This made me squeel. A lot.)
Mostly depending on no. 4, my entrance date is somewhere in March next year.
It's been quite a ride this year - I was at some point in the pre-candidate stage with the SSVM, whom I still love to bits, but I already had the visit with these sisters planned. I didn't want to go (time wasted while I could have been with the Blue Sisters!), but my best friend decided that I Was Going, to the point where he physically put me on the train to the airport. When I'd arrived at the convent, I knew within two hours. That was a rather strange experience.
