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Hi everyone,
I'm in undergraduate school right now, and I've screwed up pretty badly. I'm giving my backstory not to garner pity or to try to make excuses for my poor decisions as an adult, but because it's the reason I fell in love with medicine and to kind of explain where I'm coming from.
I had a rough adolescence. My dad died when I was ten. When I was fifteen I was diagnosed with Leukemia (ALL). I had pneumonia on top of it because obviously my immune system was down. I spent six weeks in the hospital, recovering from the pneumonia and starting my chemotherapy treatments. When I finally got to go home, my mom had some shocking news for my little sister and I: she had breast cancer. So she and I both were on chemo at the same time and we both went into remission.
I spent a ton of time at the hospital. I hated being sick, but I liked the hospital. I was fascinated by the diseases and treatments and meds we all had. I loved hanging out with the nurses. It was a teaching hospital, so I met a lot of med students and residents. Some of them would even come visit me after their shifts were over. I liked playing with the little kids in the clinic. They were such a bright spot. For some of them, all they ever knew was the hospital. They didn't know they were different from other children. They were so happy...it was contagious. Of course, I also dealt with loss. Some of them died, and so did a couple of my teenaged friends, and it was a lot to deal with.
Anyway, my mom's cancer returned and metastasized. I took care of her until she passed away. None of our relatives really wanted us, so we stayed with neighbors until I turned 18. Then I got legal custody of my sister (I had to battle DSS in court--they thought she would be better off in a foster home because I was so young--the judge saw things my way).
Then I did something very, very stupid that will apparently haunt me forever. I enrolled in four classes at the local college. I wasn't ready. I was getting used to being the guardian of a fifteen year girl, still dealing with the trauma of everything that had happened, and working. I stopped going to classes within the first week and ignorantly thought that I would just be dropped from them automatically, which of course isn't the way it works. So I have four F's. Forever.
I went back to school in 2008, when things had calmed down. I had a full time job...it was a corporate cubicle type that pays decently but slowly sucks away your soul. I did fabulously the first couple of semesters back...I took two or three classes a semester and made high grades. Then a few devastating things happened in my personal life which I won't get into. 2009 was not a good year for me and I ended up with several W's.
I went back last year and had the same pattern. I had great spring and summer semesters, aced my classes, then in the fall I had a serious bout of depression and was hospitalized. It was too late to withdraw from the two classes I was in (both of which I had high A's in at that point), and I ended up failing them.
I left my hectic job, which was requiring too much overtime and stress, and took this past spring off to get myself together. I've always wanted to be a doctor and I realized that my focus needs to be on school and ECs, not on a job like that. I'm enrolled in three summer classes right now, including retaking the ones that I failed and so far I'm doing very well.
My plan is to never, ever have another W again and be consistent with my classes for the rest of my undergrad career. I have about two and half years left of undergrad school if I go full time for fall and spring semesters...so I'm hoping schools will see that I'll have an upward trend. I've done the AMCAS GPA calculations, and if I did it correctly, I know I'll for sure have over a 3.0. If I do excellently, I will have around a 3.4. Still low, I know. So I know I have to be strong in other areas. I've started studying for the MCAT (I know how important a high score is with such a low GPA). Also, I'm going to volunteer at the local hospital and I have a few physicians lined up that I will shadow. I'm going to shadow and volunteer as much as possible.
Anyway, my question is, as the subject says...can I recover? Am I being too optimistic here? Sometimes I think there's no way I'll even get looked at because of my horrible transcript, but then other times I think I have a shot. Part of the reason why I want to be a doctor is because I know exactly what it's like to be a patient, and to be the family of a patient. To be the one lying in the bed, staring up at all the doctors during early morning rounds. To be the one who has to make the decision to pull the plug at the end of someone's life. I think that's valuable.
But six F's is insane. I see people on these boards panicking over a C in one class. Should I just not even bother applying after undergrad and get in a post-bac program first? I realize that there are a lot of "but what ifs" in my post, but that's just where I am right now. I've been lurking and I know that some posters give really great advice. I will be talking to someone in admissions at the med school I want to get into, but I was just curious to see what you folks would think.
Sorry it turned into a novella! Any advice would be very much appreciated.
I'm in undergraduate school right now, and I've screwed up pretty badly. I'm giving my backstory not to garner pity or to try to make excuses for my poor decisions as an adult, but because it's the reason I fell in love with medicine and to kind of explain where I'm coming from.
I had a rough adolescence. My dad died when I was ten. When I was fifteen I was diagnosed with Leukemia (ALL). I had pneumonia on top of it because obviously my immune system was down. I spent six weeks in the hospital, recovering from the pneumonia and starting my chemotherapy treatments. When I finally got to go home, my mom had some shocking news for my little sister and I: she had breast cancer. So she and I both were on chemo at the same time and we both went into remission.
I spent a ton of time at the hospital. I hated being sick, but I liked the hospital. I was fascinated by the diseases and treatments and meds we all had. I loved hanging out with the nurses. It was a teaching hospital, so I met a lot of med students and residents. Some of them would even come visit me after their shifts were over. I liked playing with the little kids in the clinic. They were such a bright spot. For some of them, all they ever knew was the hospital. They didn't know they were different from other children. They were so happy...it was contagious. Of course, I also dealt with loss. Some of them died, and so did a couple of my teenaged friends, and it was a lot to deal with.
Anyway, my mom's cancer returned and metastasized. I took care of her until she passed away. None of our relatives really wanted us, so we stayed with neighbors until I turned 18. Then I got legal custody of my sister (I had to battle DSS in court--they thought she would be better off in a foster home because I was so young--the judge saw things my way).
Then I did something very, very stupid that will apparently haunt me forever. I enrolled in four classes at the local college. I wasn't ready. I was getting used to being the guardian of a fifteen year girl, still dealing with the trauma of everything that had happened, and working. I stopped going to classes within the first week and ignorantly thought that I would just be dropped from them automatically, which of course isn't the way it works. So I have four F's. Forever.
I went back to school in 2008, when things had calmed down. I had a full time job...it was a corporate cubicle type that pays decently but slowly sucks away your soul. I did fabulously the first couple of semesters back...I took two or three classes a semester and made high grades. Then a few devastating things happened in my personal life which I won't get into. 2009 was not a good year for me and I ended up with several W's.
I went back last year and had the same pattern. I had great spring and summer semesters, aced my classes, then in the fall I had a serious bout of depression and was hospitalized. It was too late to withdraw from the two classes I was in (both of which I had high A's in at that point), and I ended up failing them.
I left my hectic job, which was requiring too much overtime and stress, and took this past spring off to get myself together. I've always wanted to be a doctor and I realized that my focus needs to be on school and ECs, not on a job like that. I'm enrolled in three summer classes right now, including retaking the ones that I failed and so far I'm doing very well.
My plan is to never, ever have another W again and be consistent with my classes for the rest of my undergrad career. I have about two and half years left of undergrad school if I go full time for fall and spring semesters...so I'm hoping schools will see that I'll have an upward trend. I've done the AMCAS GPA calculations, and if I did it correctly, I know I'll for sure have over a 3.0. If I do excellently, I will have around a 3.4. Still low, I know. So I know I have to be strong in other areas. I've started studying for the MCAT (I know how important a high score is with such a low GPA). Also, I'm going to volunteer at the local hospital and I have a few physicians lined up that I will shadow. I'm going to shadow and volunteer as much as possible.
Anyway, my question is, as the subject says...can I recover? Am I being too optimistic here? Sometimes I think there's no way I'll even get looked at because of my horrible transcript, but then other times I think I have a shot. Part of the reason why I want to be a doctor is because I know exactly what it's like to be a patient, and to be the family of a patient. To be the one lying in the bed, staring up at all the doctors during early morning rounds. To be the one who has to make the decision to pull the plug at the end of someone's life. I think that's valuable.
But six F's is insane. I see people on these boards panicking over a C in one class. Should I just not even bother applying after undergrad and get in a post-bac program first? I realize that there are a lot of "but what ifs" in my post, but that's just where I am right now. I've been lurking and I know that some posters give really great advice. I will be talking to someone in admissions at the med school I want to get into, but I was just curious to see what you folks would think.
Sorry it turned into a novella! Any advice would be very much appreciated.
