I've finally accepted that it's over for this cycle. I'm still on the waitlist for a school, but I'm not holding my breath.
This was my second time applying and the thought of having to go through all of this again is frustrating, to say the least.
Life has made it so there's really only one school I want to apply to - the same one I was waitlisted at. My mom has terminal cancer. It sucks. And there's a real chance that she will die before I finish med school, so I really would like to stay in the area. There's another school about an hour and a half away, but it's still too long a trek to do very often. I don't want to only come home if things get bad.
I don't really have a question or point. It just finally truly hit me that I'm not going to go to med school - at least not this year - and I needed to either vent to someone or throw something, haha. I figured that you guys would understand the frustration that goes along with this process (though I know that I'm making the application process infinitly tougher by 'suiciding' with one school). It feels like I have so much experience with medicine from being on this side of the table, especially at this point in my life/career. I am so much more involved in her treatment now than I was when she was diagnosed for the first time in highschool.
I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but it's given me more insight into what makes a good/bad doctor than anything else I've done.
But it's not enough. And after spending the last 6 months glued to my phone, checking my email whenever I had a spare minute, I'm kind of...tired.
I would make a good doctor. It's discouraging to know something, to be certain of it, but to not get the opportunity to prove it.
Fingers crossed 3rd time's the charm.
This was my second time applying and the thought of having to go through all of this again is frustrating, to say the least.
Life has made it so there's really only one school I want to apply to - the same one I was waitlisted at. My mom has terminal cancer. It sucks. And there's a real chance that she will die before I finish med school, so I really would like to stay in the area. There's another school about an hour and a half away, but it's still too long a trek to do very often. I don't want to only come home if things get bad.
I don't really have a question or point. It just finally truly hit me that I'm not going to go to med school - at least not this year - and I needed to either vent to someone or throw something, haha. I figured that you guys would understand the frustration that goes along with this process (though I know that I'm making the application process infinitly tougher by 'suiciding' with one school). It feels like I have so much experience with medicine from being on this side of the table, especially at this point in my life/career. I am so much more involved in her treatment now than I was when she was diagnosed for the first time in highschool.
I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but it's given me more insight into what makes a good/bad doctor than anything else I've done.
But it's not enough. And after spending the last 6 months glued to my phone, checking my email whenever I had a spare minute, I'm kind of...tired.
I would make a good doctor. It's discouraging to know something, to be certain of it, but to not get the opportunity to prove it.
Fingers crossed 3rd time's the charm.