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Hey all,
It's now July 5th and I still haven't submitted AMCAS...it's time to step my game up but I just can't get the personal statement to say what I want. Here it is: if you have any striking thoughts or opinions please let me know. I don't offend easily, so bring on the blunt honesty. If this sucks, don't be afraid to say so.
It was a rough week. I hadnt been getting much sleep and was running a high fever. A friend of mine had been going through hard times - simply said her lifestyle hadnt blended well with her epilepsy which was often stress induced. She called me crying after her husband left with her children and had four seizures upon my arrival. I stayed up most of that night counseling her and practicing first aid for seizures to the best of my ability - knowing then that my skill was limited was a frustrating and humbling experience. The next morning, as I waited tables on two hours of sleep, I realized that despite my exhaustion I had not felt more alive in months. I had made a sacrifice for the sole benefit of another human being and took pride in it. It made me thankful for what I had and reaffirmed my desire to pursue medicine, feeling at my core the inexplicable satisfaction of knowing I am capable of bigger things.
Medicine wasnt always the career I had in mind. When I began college I had ambitions of being a successful businessman, but after three 6-month corporate internships I discovered my heart wasnt in it. During my stint in Big Pharma I studied my surroundings and tried to envision how my career would unfold. I saw two types of people: those who loved their jobs and those who didnt but gave their best anyways. The first group found their jobs rewarding and it showed. It was no surprise that they were often senior personnel or young up-and-comers. The second group was hard to distinguish from the first; they were often successful and worked hard but after getting to know them I sensed that there were some intangibles missing. The best summation I have come up with is that the second group works hard because they have to, while the first works hard because they want to. While this may be an over-simplified perspective, it did help me reach an important conclusion the people who are best at their jobs and enjoy life are usually the ones who are passionate and love what they do. Until then I had spent my working life in the second group and I knew it was time for a change.
I began to consider why I had this empty feeling and looked back upon my life, considering my priorities. I tried to recall the things I had done that felt worthwhile. I remembered being on a beach, furiously trying to stop the bleeding of man who had put a surfboard fin through his leg as we awaited help. I remembered the times my parents and I took in friends who had been kicked out of their homes. I remembered the times I helped someone through a class or test and the kids whose lives I enriched by teaching martial arts. I remembered years of playing counselor for friends and trying to be there for my parents during their divorce even though I didnt really know how. These are the memories that have stayed with me over time and I realize now that these experiences trump many standard life achievements such as grades, money, jobs and awards. It is not what we accomplish for ourselves, but what we accomplish for others, that defines us as human beings.
It was after this introspection that I decided to pursue a medical career and began taking pre-med coursework. Since then, my exposure within the field has confirmed to me that medicine meshes flawlessly with my personal values and desires for a career. As a hospital volunteer and more recently a medical assistant I have begun to see my passion for patient care and thirst for medical knowledge. I will never forget the first significant injury I helped treat second degree burns on a 10 year old female. I watched with awe as the wound was cleaned and bandaged and felt a nervous anticipation when asked to assist. In the subsequent days the patient came back to have the wound re-treated; each time I was permitted a bigger and bigger role until eventually I was able to complete the process myself. This and the other skills I have learned have satisfied for me an innate curiosity I havent felt since I was a child. Every procedure I learn and every condition I am exposed to adds something to me, like a small piece of a very large puzzle. Perhaps most exciting is how much there is still to learn and how, over many years, I will be able to treat diverse groups of people with a myriad of conditions.
Now, three years since leaving the business world, that fateful epiphany has evolved into the core of my self-identity; I feel my path towards medicine defines me. After failing to earn admission in my first year as an applicant, I havent become dejected, but rather inspired. There is no back-up plan; there is no alternative. I have chosen this path and pursue it fully. I spend my mornings as a medical assistant in an effort to begin the ongoing process of developing clinical skills; I spend my nights as a Kaplan instructor, teaching pre-med academics and helping others to gain entrance into medical programs. Each day when I find something rewarding during work or study, I am reminded how this transformation from finance major desk-jockey to medical school hopeful has been a somewhat surreal experience - as if destiny is revealing itself to me in retrospect. Now, with the road well lit, I plan to follow it with all that I have.
I really like the 2nd paragraph. I'm going to impliment that into my PS. Thank goodness I didn't submit yet!Hey all,
It's now July 5th and I still haven't submitted AMCAS...it's time to step my game up but I just can't get the personal statement to say what I want. Here it is: if you have any striking thoughts or opinions please let me know. I don't offend easily, so bring on the blunt honesty. If this sucks, don't be afraid to say so.
It was a rough week. I hadnt been getting much sleep and was running a high fever. A friend of mine had been going through hard times - simply said her lifestyle hadnt blended well with her epilepsy which was often stress induced. She called me crying after her husband left with her children and had four seizures upon my arrival. I stayed up most of that night counseling her and practicing first aid for seizures to the best of my ability - knowing then that my skill was limited was a frustrating and humbling experience. The next morning, as I waited tables on two hours of sleep, I realized that despite my exhaustion I had not felt more alive in months. I had made a sacrifice for the sole benefit of another human being and took pride in it. It made me thankful for what I had and reaffirmed my desire to pursue medicine, feeling at my core the inexplicable satisfaction of knowing I am capable of bigger things.
Medicine wasnt always the career I had in mind. When I began college I had ambitions of being a successful businessman, but after three 6-month corporate internships I discovered my heart wasnt in it. During my stint in Big Pharma I studied my surroundings and tried to envision how my career would unfold. I saw two types of people: those who loved their jobs and those who didnt but gave their best anyways. The first group found their jobs rewarding and it showed. It was no surprise that they were often senior personnel or young up-and-comers. The second group was hard to distinguish from the first; they were often successful and worked hard but after getting to know them I sensed that there were some intangibles missing. The best summation I have come up with is that the second group works hard because they have to, while the first works hard because they want to. While this may be an over-simplified perspective, it did help me reach an important conclusion the people who are best at their jobs and enjoy life are usually the ones who are passionate and love what they do. Until then I had spent my working life in the second group and I knew it was time for a change.
I began to consider why I had this empty feeling and looked back upon my life, considering my priorities. I tried to recall the things I had done that felt worthwhile. I remembered being on a beach, furiously trying to stop the bleeding of man who had put a surfboard fin through his leg as we awaited help. I remembered the times my parents and I took in friends who had been kicked out of their homes. I remembered the times I helped someone through a class or test and the kids whose lives I enriched by teaching martial arts. I remembered years of playing counselor for friends and trying to be there for my parents during their divorce even though I didnt really know how. These are the memories that have stayed with me over time and I realize now that these experiences trump many standard life achievements such as grades, money, jobs and awards. It is not what we accomplish for ourselves, but what we accomplish for others, that defines us as human beings.
It was after this introspection that I decided to pursue a medical career and began taking pre-med coursework. Since then, my exposure within the field has confirmed to me that medicine meshes flawlessly with my personal values and desires for a career. As a hospital volunteer and more recently a medical assistant I have begun to see my passion for patient care and thirst for medical knowledge. I will never forget the first significant injury I helped treat second degree burns on a 10 year old female. I watched with awe as the wound was cleaned and bandaged and felt a nervous anticipation when asked to assist. In the subsequent days the patient came back to have the wound re-treated; each time I was permitted a bigger and bigger role until eventually I was able to complete the process myself. This and the other skills I have learned have satisfied for me an innate curiosity I havent felt since I was a child. Every procedure I learn and every condition I am exposed to adds something to me, like a small piece of a very large puzzle. Perhaps most exciting is how much there is still to learn and how, over many years, I will be able to treat diverse groups of people with a myriad of conditions.
Now, three years since leaving the business world, that fateful epiphany has evolved into the core of my self-identity; I feel my path towards medicine defines me. After failing to earn admission in my first year as an applicant, I havent become dejected, but rather inspired. There is no back-up plan; there is no alternative. I have chosen this path and pursue it fully. I spend my mornings as a medical assistant in an effort to begin the ongoing process of developing clinical skills; I spend my nights as a Kaplan instructor, teaching pre-med academics and helping others to gain entrance into medical programs. Each day when I find something rewarding during work or study, I am reminded how this transformation from finance major desk-jockey to medical school hopeful has been a somewhat surreal experience - as if destiny is revealing itself to me in retrospect. Now, with the road well lit, I plan to follow it with all that I have.
OP should get a mod in here and ask them to do it, they would probably be happy to help out I would think.