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A quick bullet point of my screw-ups including a short sob story:
There's my awful, almost Dickensian college career and life story. Should I give up? My strongest desire it become a physician and to heal others and my awful experience with my appendix has only strengthened my desire. I just don't know if I could deal with 4 years of work building up to heartbreak. I would also strongly prefer not to have to tell admissions my story if possible. Long bullet-points on an anonymous message board notwithstanding, I am generally a private person who doesn't like informing people of his personal problems.
- My Freshman and sophomore years are being done online at a community college-I WILL hold off on premed requirements besides BIO 1 + lab until I attend a university in person.
- Currently have a 2.59 GPA. Mostly due to an F in Intermediate Algebra (currently retaking and feeling confident I will get at least a B) and a D in Art Appreciation -not my finest hour.
- Apart from the D, F, and a C in Bio 1 I have A's and B's in every other class.
- I started my first semester in bed recovering from an appendectomy that left an 8 inch scar and would take until mid-October for me to get back to normal. There was a lot of adipose tissue that was removed and the doctor opted to send me home with an open wound that was covered by a wound VAC. I was in SO much pain for the first half of my semester. I was also highly depressed. Even though I had been in the hospital for several days, it took the attending physician almost a week after my appendix exploded to diagnose me correctly even though another doctor there argued for it being appendicitis. I was really shaken up about having come so close to dying.
- In my 2nd semester I had my implanted defibrillator replaced and spent a week in the hospital due to concerns about a potential infection. Before that I had a 4.0 GPA at midterms, but after that two of my classes dropped to B's and the algebra workload -literally four years of high school algebra I did not take- killed me and I ended up with that awful F.
- I don't know if this matters, but it might help to explain as well. My father, my only sibling, and both of my surviving grandparents died in a 3 year period while my mother lost her mind and turned to substance abuse. 7th grade was the last grade I completed in a regular classroom setting. At the start of the 9th grade my psychologist advised my guardian to remove me from school entirely since I was a total wreck who could hardly put sentences together. We were too poor to afford homeschooling stuff and my guardian worked too many hours to teach me, so I lost a lot of knowledge to atrophy. I started teaching myself when I was 18 and much healthier. I scored low 30's on the English and Reading portions of the ACT and low 20's on Science and high-teens on Math since I didn't really figure out how to adequately teach myself those subject. I entered college (age 21) without really knowing how to study effectively and it took me a while to form strong studying habits.
There's my awful, almost Dickensian college career and life story. Should I give up? My strongest desire it become a physician and to heal others and my awful experience with my appendix has only strengthened my desire. I just don't know if I could deal with 4 years of work building up to heartbreak. I would also strongly prefer not to have to tell admissions my story if possible. Long bullet-points on an anonymous message board notwithstanding, I am generally a private person who doesn't like informing people of his personal problems.