Sorry, but you guys aren't very good at staying on topic!
Looks like I have to work double time to get this thread back on track. Lucky for us all, I have a few stories to share with you guys about this girl I um... had this "fling" with a few months ago. She was a sophomore undergrad at Hopkins while I just graduated undergrad and got accepted to dental schools. Although I give her credit for being a part of Hopkins undergrad, I can't help but share some of the conversations we had about getting ready for professional school in general.
Setting: First date. Dinner at some schmuck place.
Me: Oh so your considering medicine. That's great! How many hours of shadowing have you done so far?
Her: I haven't really done any.
Me:
How do you know that medicine is what you want to do if you haven't shadowed?
Her: Oh, well a lot of the Hopkins med students come in and advise us so that's even better experience.
(I kid you not, that was her response.)
Low and behold, she also has ABSOLUTELY NO ECs. NO research. NOT involved with any clubs. NO shadowing. NOTHING. She justifies her lack of ANYTHING due to the sole fact that she goes to Hopkins for undergrad. She was so confident that she will get accepted to multiple medical schools because she is half Puerto Rican and plans to play the race card once the time comes (something that I absolutely despise.) She has about a 3.2 GPA.
Fast forward a few weeks:
Setting: A fancy, candle-lit dinner. Suit and tie dress code.
Me: When are you going to apply?
Her: Next June.
Me: Get some research, exposure, keep the grades up, study your butt off for the MCAT, and do what you need to do and you'll be a shoe-in at a lot of places. (trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.)
She grabs my hand from across the table, looks me dead in the eye, and proceeds to have this garbage spew out of her glossylpharyngeal cavity.
Her: Honey, I'm already a shoe-in at a lot of places (she was being
dead serious.)
Fast forward a few more weeks.
Setting: Her place.
Me: Yeah, you should really do some research and what not. Do something. One year really comes fast! *slight chuckle*
Her: Yeah, I'll get into a Hopkins Med.
Me: (slightly pissed at her lack of common sense and cockiness) Okay look, imagine that you're an ADCOM for a minute.
Her: What's an ADCOM???
Me: Um... yeah, you're an admissions person at a medical school looking to accept one of two students, Student A is from a state school with a 3.8, worked all through college to pay for college, was part of a few clubs and held some leadership positions in them, did a bunch of shadowing, did research, tutored on the side, and managed to keep their grades up. Student B has a 3.2 from Hopkins and that's it. Who do you pick?
Her: They both sound pretty competitive to me. But Student B went to Hopkins.
Me:
At this point, I pretty much had enough of this specimen which tarnishes the name of the great institution that she represents.
Setting: Her place after coitus.
Her: Besides me, do you know of anyone who went here?
Me: Actually, now that I think about it, I worked with this girl who went to Hopkins for undergrad. She actually was pre-med. If I remember correctly, I think she had a 3.6 GPA, and was really involved with research. She didn't get into any med schools including Hopkins when she applied. After applying again, she got into some school in Virginia. She is now an M1!
Her: Yeah, she is definately lying, There is no way she got a 3.6 here.
Me: I mean, she was half Cuban so I guess she was unable to play the race card.
Her: Cubans aren't URM in medicine you idiot! She sounds like a *****!
Soon after, I decide to cut the tie between us. Two months go by, I had enough dealing with this "less informed" girl who represents everything wrong with pre-professional students. She texted me out of the blue one day about her getting a part-time job during the summer.
Her: I don't get it wildzodiac! I applied to so many places within walking distance. I applied to restaurants, clothing stores, everything. You name it. I go to Hopkins! Don't they see that?! I go to FRICKIN' HOPKINS! WHAT DON'T THEY SEE!
Me: (After telling her this several times in the past.) You're planned alma mater can only get you so far...
Random story of same girl:
Her: What was your GPA when you applied?
Me: 3.8 sGPA and 3.8 oGPA
Her: Hey that's pretty good! Oh wait, I forgot. You went to (insert name of state school)
The preceding stories were all 100% true in nature and had no instances of embellishments.