This month has just left me feeling broken.
2.5 years ago, I remember being extremely stressed over the MCAT. I knew that I had to have an insane score to make up for my low undergraduate GPA and to be accepted into one of my state schools, so much that I dedicated my time solely towards the test after graduating. I remember that day in February 2017, I was in a class in my DIY post-bacc when I got an email saying that my score was available. I was so excited when I learned that I scored in the 97th percentile, and in that moment, I thought I could really do this. I couldn't pay attention at all during that lecture because I spent the whole time thinking about and constructing my school list now that I had my stats.
So I applied in the 2017-2018 cycle. I applied to around 40 schools and was complete August/September. October came, no interview. Then came the holidays. Then 2018. By spring, I still had the hopes of a last minute interview, but it never came. Nevertheless, I remained strong. At my scribe job, I worked my butt off. I became the best at my job, and I was selected as chief after my predecessor matriculated into medical school. I hated my job; my boss was a money grubbing physician with a team of equally unethical providers, but I stuck with it because I knew it would be important for my app. And quite frankly, I think I did the best that I could at my job. In that cycle, I also co-authored and published a paper. I wrote a new personal statement. I revised my activities section. I was hopeful again. I submitted an application for 2018-2019.
I was so happy when that first interview invite came in October and even more elated with the second. Then the third and fourth in December. In my mind, there was no way I could mess this up. I got my first post-II rejection, but I thought hey I still have a couple chances. Same with the post-II waitlist. Now it's July 2019, I'm sitting at two post-II rejections, one waitlist at a school that starts in 8 days, and one pending decision at a school that interviewed me 6 months ago. The last school tells me "I might be on the waitlist". They tell me to check the portal every day, and it has said that same exact thing since I interviewed 6 months ago. Letters of interest and intent have all been submitted. All my cards have been played. The days drag on. I go to work 3-4 days a week for 12 hours each day and hate nearly every minute of being wrapped up in the bureaucratic nonsense and unethical treatment. On my off days, I get gas, grocery shop, and watch Netflix. I plan on submitting my resignation letter within the next week and moving back home; two application cycles have sucked me dry financially, and it's just a poor financial decision to renew my lease and stay at a job that makes me miserable.
But what should I do going forward? Some of the physicians and admin at work tell me to go to the Caribbean. I have to just smile and take it because they get defensive when I calmly explain why it's not an option for me. At the very least, I will have to retake my MCAT score; most schools require it to be within 3 years of matriculation or application, neither of which will be valid for the upcoming cycles. I remember the dread and the pressure to perform during my last bout of studying for it, and now both have just been cranked to the maximum. Scoring lower isn't an option, but how am I supposed to score better than a 520? One bad test day and I'm in the gutter. Some of my friends I graduated with, I was hoping that I'd only be a year behind them. Now, it's looking like they're going to be residents before I even started medical school. People will say something along the lines of blah blah your life moves at it's own pace, don't compare yourself to others. But how can I not when I'm in my mid-20s with no solid career foundation. My family, they've been nothing but supportive. They have high hopes for me. I'm the "smart one" in the family. But I've just let them down.
I'm depressed.
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