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Applying to medical school must be the most disconcerting process out there. I have interviewed at one school. I will not find out if I am accepted for another two months, when the committee meets for the first time (It is a state school). Well, at least it will be over then, right? No. No it won't. Do you know why? Because I will be put on some cracker jack waiting list. Then I will wait. Through January, February, March. Meanwhile, people with multiple acceptances will be sitting there trying to make a really difficult decision as to which school they want to attend. Yes, that was sarcasm. DECIDE! You are really annoying me. Let's see, should I retake the MCAT? Should I study as hard as I can for four months to take the test again? I DON'T KNOW. You know why? Because I have to wait seven months to know whether or not I was accepted the first time around. Well what about the other schools? Oh, well let's see. I sent in my applications at the end of September, and I have only heard from one person. Who? Well, his name is JACK ****. That's right, he's a real friendly guy. You would like him a lot. They don't have the decency to reject me outright or to tell me that they want to interview me. No, they have to drag it out. And just today I learned that many schools send out their rejection letters all at once, and sometimes they wait until the spring to do so. In addition, you can be put on an interview waiting list. An interview waiting list, what is that? I wonder how many people on interview waiting lists ever made it into medical school. Rather than becoming a doctor, I feel like I am visiting one. Don't let that one slip over your head. I think this is ridiculous. All I want to do is become a doctor. It's all I've ever wanted to do. It's what I would be best at. It's what I would enjoy. I didn't even know getting into medical was so competitive when I started out. Call me naive, but I didn't think this many people were obsessed with doing something that would benefit this crack pot world. You know, looking back, I almost wish this was my freaking personal statement, because mine was crap.