Early Friday morning, before the sun peaked from behind the towering provo mountains, a young lady in the University of Michigan School of Dentistry office of admissions picked up the receiver of her desk phone, and dialed a number with a Virginia prefix. The phone rang in her hear not more than three times before a young man's deep voice answered on the other end. "Hello?"
"Is this Robert Hilton?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"I just wanted to congratulate you on your acceptance to the University of MIchigan Shool of Dentistry."
"Oh, cool. Thanks."
This is Rob. Rob is the definition of cool. See the tatoo? That's for the ladies. It's temporary. That's for the lds ladies. He was accepted to all of his top choices for dental school. He plays the drums. I said he was cool.
3 comments:
michigan was one of his FIRST choices???? hmmm, that sounds a little off.
CRAP! Ben hates it when I do that... that was me, your sis, that left the above comment.
I for one AM VERY PROUD of our Raw-B.
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