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I am Lord Stannis Baratheon, First of his name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm. 3.52/32, Trad., 2015 Applicant.
Good men and true will suffer rejection, both silent and lettered, and falsely believe that they have wasted their efforts this cycle. But know this, you must march on. If you do not press your claims, your claims will be forgotten. I have lost thousands of men at the hands of Lannisters and Boltons. Ravens from all across the seven kingdoms have brought rejection letters from these treasonous ADCOMs.
They thought I was broken after the Battle of Blackwater (Lost 20,000 men, Blackwater Bay).
They thought I would never attain a competitive GPA (3.09, 1st three semesters).
They thought I would abandon my duties after my first MCAT score (26).
They thought these failures and these rejection letters would stop me.
Never. I am Stannis Baratheon. I will fight to the bitter end and then some. And so too, should you. Great or small, we must all do our duty. Cease the panicking and the neurotic behavior. You know you have worked hard, you know you have the heart, and you know that you are fully capable. Now is the time for steel nerves and patience.
I may add that there is no shame in failing to obtain an acceptance this year. There is no shame in taking a number of gap years. I ask you, what is a few years to a lifetime of learning and service?
Take my sigil, the fiery crowned stag as your avatar and be reborn amidst smoke and salt. Bend the knee to none other than Lord Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros.
Look to your sins, penguins. For the medschool application process is dark and full of terrors.
Good men and true will suffer rejection, both silent and lettered, and falsely believe that they have wasted their efforts this cycle. But know this, you must march on. If you do not press your claims, your claims will be forgotten. I have lost thousands of men at the hands of Lannisters and Boltons. Ravens from all across the seven kingdoms have brought rejection letters from these treasonous ADCOMs.
They thought I was broken after the Battle of Blackwater (Lost 20,000 men, Blackwater Bay).
They thought I would never attain a competitive GPA (3.09, 1st three semesters).
They thought I would abandon my duties after my first MCAT score (26).
They thought these failures and these rejection letters would stop me.
Never. I am Stannis Baratheon. I will fight to the bitter end and then some. And so too, should you. Great or small, we must all do our duty. Cease the panicking and the neurotic behavior. You know you have worked hard, you know you have the heart, and you know that you are fully capable. Now is the time for steel nerves and patience.
I may add that there is no shame in failing to obtain an acceptance this year. There is no shame in taking a number of gap years. I ask you, what is a few years to a lifetime of learning and service?
Take my sigil, the fiery crowned stag as your avatar and be reborn amidst smoke and salt. Bend the knee to none other than Lord Stannis Baratheon, the rightful king of Westeros.
Look to your sins, penguins. For the medschool application process is dark and full of terrors.