This might be posted twice.
Anyway, all I can tell you is that there were about 80 grads in my class and I know that at least 15 or so didn't match with anything. I heard many different numbers (up to 25) but I'll admit I don't know the facts.
What I do know is that there were MANY who didn't match with anything (in relation to our class size) and the schools were scrambling to create ANY kind of residency to fill the void. Of course, none of these last minute creations were surgicals (God forbid) and many of them were UNFUNDED! They were all PPMR's and RPR's and some of them were nothing more than vehicles to grease the wallets of the "residency directors". I'm not being bitter here, just telling you the facts. Some of them were just assisting a pod in the office and tooling around in a car to nursing homes to fatten their bank accounts. Totally appalling!
As a side note, I had a friend in my class who didn't match with anything and he was our freakin' class president! He also had a respectable GPA, was extremely well liked and a very hard worker. I eventually lobbied (with some other friends) to have a spot created for him at L.A. County (PPMR) and he did his residency there. He subsequently did a second year in Arizona, which was UNFUNDED! I mean, I'm sorry, this is so incredible repulsive to me that someone will take a resident and use them for labor and NOT PAY THEM ANYTHING!!!!!! This guy was married with two children to support!! Sickening!!! My PPMR at L.A. County was, for all intents and purposes, UNFUNDED! They gave us a "stipend" of 10k a year (while all of the other residents were making about 30k or more). I was a 37 year old podiatry resident, making 10k a year, working 80 plus hours at one of the busiest hospitals in the world AND waiting table on the weekends just so I could pay my f*$#ing bills!!!! Still wondering why I'm a little bitter about podiatry!? I was getting paged constantly while I was serving salads and beer. I had to scrub out early on cases just so I could make it to work on time. It was surreal.
I'm not whining, just venting about one of the dozens and dozens of unbelievably absurd moments in my podiatry career.