WealthyConquistador
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I just wanted to post a mini rant somewhere about this. I applied in the 2021 cycle early decision, which restricted me from applying to other schools at the time. A month or so later, the school informed me that I had been moved to the regular decision pool, and that I was free to apply to any other schools of my choice. By this point, it was mid August so I still had plenty of time to submit secondaries for other schools. Initially after hearing the news, I had planned on applying to at least 6 or 7 more schools and was thinking about how to formulate my essays. I had also recently moved to a big city and was working at a non profit during my gap year and was having a great time. I soon became caught in a mental whirlwind of procrastination, rationalization, and arrogance that gradually decreased my motivation to apply to other schools. Days, weeks, months had passed and I still had not written a single word on a secondary essay. To add to it, I was having a bit too much fun in the city and started running into some serious financial and mental concerns which would continually decrease my motivation. I had also not heard back from the school I initially applied to (which, by the way, did not require secondaries), and I was starting to seriously lose confidence and hope in myself. by December, the app cycle had closed and I had officially only submitted one medical school application for the 2021 cycle. From Decemeber-April, I was anxious like no other. I thought I was going to get into this school and that I would not have needed to apply to any other schools. i started to regret not applying to more schools, as I am talking to my peers have all applied to over 15 schools this cycle. most importantly, i started to lose my confidence and overall drive to better myself. I was falling into a vortex that i thought I would never get out of. 4 years of undergrad/premed only to end up like this? Suddenly, it's May and I get an emailing saying that I am on the alternate list for this school. By this point, I am shocked to hear anything from them, as the last correspondence I had was in october. I get a glimmer of hope, but still no real feelings of joy. Several weeks pass and I get a phone call from my mom. I answer and she tells me that she received letter from the school that I had applied to. I had gotten in! I was dumbfounded, humbled, and grateful at the same time. I knew that I was one lucky mother****, and that I tested my luck a bit too much this past year.
But to whoever reads this, the point of me writing this was to tell you the following:
no matter how ****ty things feel, how hopeless life may become, and how much you wish you chose a different path, everything works for the best and regardless of the path it takes to get there, it all works out
But to whoever reads this, the point of me writing this was to tell you the following:
no matter how ****ty things feel, how hopeless life may become, and how much you wish you chose a different path, everything works for the best and regardless of the path it takes to get there, it all works out
