I felt like poopie after the MCATs. I really really drove my wife crazy during the weeks before the exam. I took two weeks vacation from my job right before the exam to prepare. I plowed through the entire Kaplan review book in one week (though I had read through the Biology section leisurely over the two weeks prior). Took 5 eMCATs and reviewed content the next week. Got scores between 32-39, so I felt pretty good. During those two weeks I sat around the house studying in my boxers and a t-shirt, drinking CokeZero and coffee. I would study until I got sleepy, take a nap, then study. My wife basically didn't have a husband for two weeks, and I think I probably reaked of coffee and frozen burritos. When test day finally came, I went to the test site early. Actually too early, like three hours early. Reviewed notes, and napped in the car. I was wearing a t-shirt with a coffe stain on it and gym shorts. My hair wasn't prettified and their were papers and notes scattered throughout the car while I napped. I must have looked like a homeless guy making shelter in someone's car. The test was a blur. But I remember seeing several questions where I was like "Huh?". I mean I never even heard of the things they were talking about. I'd seen questions on the practice MCATs that I didn't know how to answer before but I'd usually remembered seeing what they were talking about before. I honestly considered voiding the test. I felt good about the VR but only because it's basically your best guess, not "I have no idea what they're talking about." I honestly can't even remember writing the essays, that's how brain fried I was by that point. I actually finished the test in like 4 1/2 hours. Didn't even stop to pee, or take a break. Just wanted it over and done with.
I really felt like I bombed it. I was hoping for like a 33 or 34 based on my practice tests, but I quickly down-sized my expectations to hoping for just a 10 on each section. I decided against registering for another test right away, because let's face it, I didn't want to take it again, EVER.
During the whole month after, I'd have one of two dreams, one where I'd get the score I wanted and feel relieved and one where I would get a horrible score and zombies would start chasing me.
Finally got my score.
VR 11, PS 11, BS 12, R
I slept the sleep of the just that night.
