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I know that you must be worried and maybe devastated. You might not wholly understand what has gone wrong, though I think the other posters have done a good job at delineating the individual actions that you could have done better. Here's a bit of a personal anecdote in case it helps:
I was horrible at professionalism, communication and all around staying on top of my **** for at least the first two years of college. For an semester I would never go to class, cram things at the last minute and pretty much just panic. I would wait until 4:30pm the day that a major form is due to contact my dean for her signature. I wasted my advisor's time--the chair of a major department at a top tier school--talking about romantic dilemmas. I asked a prof for a recommendation letter and then never contacted him again, because I couldn't get my **** together to write a thank-you note--I literally had a reminder go off every day for about 4 months until I just gave up on it one day and turned it off. I hope he doesn't remember me. I would reach out to professors and then never follow up, because I was unjustifiably intimidated. My school and other responsibilities devolved into a vicious cycle of anxiety--I didn't even have that much work, but I just couldn't bring myself to doing basic things properly.
A BS/MD program would have been horrible for me. It simply took me a while to really understand what I was doing and to know myself well enough to be able to manage my time and responsibilities. When you don't think you have control over a situation, and when you are not confident in what you are doing, it's only natural to get scared, and maybe even become paralyzed in fear. Developing that confidence takes time. If I had gone to medical school prematurely, especially given how hierarchical and criticism-filled medicine can be, I would have snapped. Honestly, if you don't have the confidence to talk to an advisor who isn't even grading you, your mind will literally snap when attendings are quizzing you about every little detail and seemingly questioning your value as a human being. As a medical student you will literally have a decade of being surrounded by authority figures, and if they scare you, you won't make it. The school's hesitation to let you proceed is not an act of unfairness, but an assessment of whether or not you are ready for medical school.
For me, the best way was to back off on my expectations for myself and to take my responsibilities one step at a time. I'm sure you'll figure out your own best way, so that one day, when someone wants to interview you or talk about your progress, you'll be able to tell them exactly what you've done and what you need to do without being insecure or scared of their judgment. And then if they are a critical dingus, you'll know it--and then maybe you'll be a little angry and sad and take other steps, but it wouldn't scare you, because you'll have the confidence and maturity to deal with that situation. It might take you a little longer, but being in medical school when you are ready will be a blessing compared to the hell that it could be otherwise.
I was horrible at professionalism, communication and all around staying on top of my **** for at least the first two years of college. For an semester I would never go to class, cram things at the last minute and pretty much just panic. I would wait until 4:30pm the day that a major form is due to contact my dean for her signature. I wasted my advisor's time--the chair of a major department at a top tier school--talking about romantic dilemmas. I asked a prof for a recommendation letter and then never contacted him again, because I couldn't get my **** together to write a thank-you note--I literally had a reminder go off every day for about 4 months until I just gave up on it one day and turned it off. I hope he doesn't remember me. I would reach out to professors and then never follow up, because I was unjustifiably intimidated. My school and other responsibilities devolved into a vicious cycle of anxiety--I didn't even have that much work, but I just couldn't bring myself to doing basic things properly.
A BS/MD program would have been horrible for me. It simply took me a while to really understand what I was doing and to know myself well enough to be able to manage my time and responsibilities. When you don't think you have control over a situation, and when you are not confident in what you are doing, it's only natural to get scared, and maybe even become paralyzed in fear. Developing that confidence takes time. If I had gone to medical school prematurely, especially given how hierarchical and criticism-filled medicine can be, I would have snapped. Honestly, if you don't have the confidence to talk to an advisor who isn't even grading you, your mind will literally snap when attendings are quizzing you about every little detail and seemingly questioning your value as a human being. As a medical student you will literally have a decade of being surrounded by authority figures, and if they scare you, you won't make it. The school's hesitation to let you proceed is not an act of unfairness, but an assessment of whether or not you are ready for medical school.
For me, the best way was to back off on my expectations for myself and to take my responsibilities one step at a time. I'm sure you'll figure out your own best way, so that one day, when someone wants to interview you or talk about your progress, you'll be able to tell them exactly what you've done and what you need to do without being insecure or scared of their judgment. And then if they are a critical dingus, you'll know it--and then maybe you'll be a little angry and sad and take other steps, but it wouldn't scare you, because you'll have the confidence and maturity to deal with that situation. It might take you a little longer, but being in medical school when you are ready will be a blessing compared to the hell that it could be otherwise.