I dunno, since I'm under probation, I'm goign to refrain from calling balance an idiot. I don't know why this rumor of NYU failing half of the class is always perpetuated, it is not true at all. My godfather taught there just 2 years ago and said they're not out to fail anyone, but rather people just end up failing themselves by not doing the work. Every school is going to have less than 100% graduation rate, some drop out, some pursue other careers, and some never make it out of preclinic because their hands just simply aren't damn dextrous enough. It's just that at smaller schools, when you slack off you might get a visit from administration telling you to pick up the slack... but ultimately the reason for failing is on YOUR shoulders. And also, since NYU has a large student body, it simply means taht there will be more who don't graduate simply on the numeric basis.
Sure it's a large institution and some people might view that negatively. The school might not "coddle" you as much as a small school but c'mon, you need someone to hold your hand as you walk down the road of life?? If you do, I'm thinking of a word, it starts with P, and rhymes with Debussy.
Sure the school's curriculum is "competitive" in a sense, but it's nowhere near cut-throat and I hate to break it to some of you people, but life is competitive. It always has, and always will be. It competitive when you're trying to get a high class rankign so you can specialize, and it's competitive when you're trying to get patients to come to YOUR practice, and it's competitive when you're fighting for the affection of that charming lady against all the other collared-shirt, Marc-Jacobs cologn wearing guys that's around her. You know what I'm talking about, at every club, there is always just one gal that seems to just have a presence, she's not the hottest, she's not the most scantily dressed, she's not the one that's dancing on the bar chasing Jagermeisters, but she's the one that just walks through the room with such assured grace and charm, such confidence without a trace of haughtiness, and has such an air of approachability that you know she's a gal that you would have fun simply talking to. She's friendly, easy on the genuine laughter, and is there simply to talk to people and have a good time, and she has no need to engage in the "bitch look" that every women gives when the next slinky, hot, scantily dressed number walks through the door. So now tell me, you going to cry that there's "competition"? Or you going to run your hand through your hair, put one hand in your front jeans pocket so you look relaxed, get a classy-looking drink like a vodka collins, tuck in one side of yoru shirt, think better of it and pull it out, and then go talk to her ?
Sean Connery in The Rock summed it up the best, "losers whine about having done their best, winners go home and f* the prom queen". So take your pick.
Sure the school has a large international contingency who are already practicing dentists. But it's not like they don't have to deal with their own set of challenges and circumstances. Many of them are older, have family and additional financial obligations, and many many have difficulties grasping the English language... I can score pretty high on a Spanish proficiency test and I might be able to get by for an alcohol binge in Mexico, but I'm goign to be lost as hell if I have to go to an institution of higher education and learn... in classes that's taught in high leveled, proficient, and HIGHLY technical Spanish, competing against younger students who are native speakers. Pick up a technical journal in a foreign language, and try to elucidate stuff like "phospholipid bilayer" in Spanish/French/whatever. I'm from an immigrant family and I watched my dad go through dental school in the US. I remember coming home from friends' houses at 4am, and seeing him laboriously hunched over and reading, text book on one side, DICTIONARY on the other.... I remember him being frustrated at the fact that he can do the procedures on patients better than most of the faculty, but unable to pass because he can't remember their proper English names... At no time do I remember him saying, Gee! This is easy! All I've got to do is compete against freshly-admitted American undergrads!
School is what you make of it. Go get it done.