Hi.
They most certainly do check on your extracurricular activities. My medical school has a verificaton office that does nothing but verify everything you list on your AMCAS application. Fortunately they are kind of short-staffed because of budget cuts so if you play your cards right, delay submitting your application to the last minute, and use a little common sense the odds are that they wont get around to checking your extracurriculars until you are well into first year at which time, possesion being nine-tenths of the law, it will be very difficult to dislodge you.
I listed myself as Native American and even described some of the suffering of my people in my personal statement. Im not really a Native American except in the loosest sense as I was born here so technically I am a native American. One day towards the end of first year I got an irate email from the registrar inviting me to explain to the verification committee how I could possibly make this claim.
As soon as I walked into the registrars office I let out a blood-curdling shriek, charged his desk, and touched him with my coup stick
you know
just to establish my tribal cred.
We prefer to be called Indians, I said as I adjusted my loin cloth and sat down, And I dont know how those people from Calcutta or Bombay get away with calling themselves Indians either. Its shameful and I dont think theyre fooling anybody.
The registrar politely inquired as to when we they would get my tribal certificate from the Bureau of Indian Affairs who had claimed to have never heard of me.
I dont need the white mans worthless paper, I replied fixing him with what I hoped was a dont-give-me-your-small-pox-infected-blanket stare, Or the white mans laws, the white mans unnatural technology, or the white mans corrupt political system.
Hey, is that some of the white mans coffee? Mind if I get a cup?
Apparently the North Dakota Sioux of which tribe I may or may not have claimed membership had never heard of me either.
Did you call my Uncle John Raging Pony? Hes the chief, you know. Actually my uncle John couldnt chief his way out of a paper bag. We only call him Raging Pony because he drinks a lot of Malt Liquor. But he lives in North Dakota. In a trailer. With no phone which is not really my problem.
Oh, and my tribal name is Turgid Ferret.
The registrar insisted that there was no record as far as they could tell of my belonging to any tribe in the United States.
Well, theres yer problem Great White Father. Our ancestral homeland straddles the border with Canada. We actually spend most of our time in Alberta. More bison, you understand
Very pained look from the registrar. I could see he didnt relish negotiating Canadas incredibly primitive phone system. Plus he doesnt speak French so talking to the Canadians was going to be a problem. Always pick a third world country for your extracurriculars. It slows the verification process.
Well, if thats all Ill be on way, I said prying my tomahawk from his desk, I go now to commune with the spirits of my ancestors over the traditional frothy coffee drink of my people.
The medical school admission process is tough. You have to be smart and you have to keep your options open.
Glad I could help