No interviews yet....anyone in the same boat?

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It's conscientious, you misspelled it even with spell check on this forum. I also think you need to reevaluate your essays because if they are any where close to the theme and manner in which you have written on this forum oh man good luck ever getting into medical school. Well old mate it seems like you're going to have to join the military after all to get some Lizzy points or the least learn how to write.
 
Hey guys way to fu-ck up a thread that many of us found useful and valuable. Strong work.
 
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There! Now let's move on.
 
After reading this thread, it seems like things have REALLY changed in the past 10 years (stat-wise).

I applied for a 2003 matriculation during 2002-03. I had a 27P, 3.79c, 3.70s, and several outstanding ECs. I worked my butt off on those ECs to set me apart knowing I have always been a horrible test taker. I believe I turned in my AMCAS around May 2002 (I do remember it was the earliest month possible) and finished all my secondaries by August 2002. I applied to approximately 20 schools, and was privileged to interview at 6 schools.

September: No interviews
October: No interviews
November: WVU interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
December: No interviews
January: USF interview, waitlisted immediately, never accepted
UF interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
February: Penn State interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
March: MUSC interview, waitlisted immediately, never accepted
USC (S.Carlina) interview, accepted March 2003

The whole point of me writing all this is to display what a really long year it was playing the interview/waiting game. I would get interview invites out of no where (it felt) and would be interviewing there 1-2 weeks later. It's only early December, and you just don't know how the year is going to play out. In my opinion, it's still early. I think it's safe to say interview invites will be complete my March 2012.

Please hang in there.
 
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Thanks for the encouragement Dawn1980.
Also to the military posters please take the debate somewhere else where it is relevant... Preferably not in a thread about not having interviews. 😉
 
There are still a lot of interviews out there. Hang in there everyone!

On the plus side of interviewing late. I think most of the people should have lower stats than earlier in the season so you will definitely have the opportunity to stand out more compared to the superstars early in the season who might make you look like a weaker applicant. Presuming you think you are a strong applicant (as you probably are).
 
Another rejection for me, so I'm at seven complete applications under review and one on hold. Great.
 
Hopefully there'll be more interview invites after the holiday seasons, especially for holds and re-reviews.

I'm going to completely cut ties with SDN for 2 weeks while I'm on holiday. It would be a very nice (much needed) mental break. So excited for Christmas! :woot::hardy::soexcited:
 
After reading this thread, it seems like things have REALLY changed in the past 10 years (stat-wise).

I applied for a 2003 matriculation during 2002-03. I had a 27P, 3.79c, 3.70s, and several outstanding ECs.
Yes, 27P would hurt you pretty hard this cycle.
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....

:laugh: awwww story of my life too :hugs: at least you're amongst friends now 😳
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....


If your PS was as entertaining as this...
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Hang onto hope buddy!
 
As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Clearly I'm not going to the right sort of parties. :laugh:
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....

THIS is pure gold. I think we can all find solace in the idea that there's a nice warm spot for the group of us under the bridge by the river. There's the cozy warmth provided by a burning tire. A can of beans being passed around for nourishment while we all ponder why we're huddled together under said bridge instead of laughing and rejoicing in the festivities aforementioned by lalalaaaaaa.
 
THIS is pure gold. I think we can all find solace in the idea that there's a nice warm spot for the group of us under the bridge by the river. There's the cozy warmth provided by a burning tire. A can of beans being passed around for nourishment while we all ponder why we're huddled together under said bridge instead of laughing and rejoicing in the festivities aforementioned by lalalaaaaaa.

If it's any conciliation, after I got accepted to a certain early admissions program, I (true story, I promise) went out into the hot streets of Houston and lived as a homeless person for a week (its always been something I wanted to do, but before the admission I was too stressed to do it). It was an awesome time 👍 I ate random canned foods, drank stale water, and grew out my beard.
 
It was an awesome time 👍 I ate random canned foods, drank stale water, and grew out my beard.

Nice, I hear being homeless is pretty cool. I mean, since you live on the street, it's kinda like everywhere is your home! What could be better than that? Def jealous of the homeless. Like after work, when I have to go back to my house all the way across town and actually cook dinner...bustin my ass over here! Jeez!

I've always wanted one of those homeless beards too! BAMF
 
In the style of the great mariah carey, "all i want for christmas is an interviewwwww."
 
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There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery.
Santa, if you can hear us, could you please bring us some yummy leftover from the party?
---one of the homeless camping in this thread
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....

hahhaaha that last part is great. Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. :laugh:
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

On a daily basis, when I walk by the admissions office at the Medical School I work at, I feel like a homeless person standing outside of a large mansion. The blizzard is picking up and I am standing alone wearing only a tattered pair of jeans. As I look through the large window into the living room, I catch a glimpse of a grand party inside. There is a couple snuggled up next to the fire, friends are dancing together, everyone is wearing warm turtle necks, and they all laugh and drink hot chocolate together, there is even a karaoke machine playing hits from the 90s and a table where they are performing open heart surgery. "Awesome, I wish I could be a part of that" I whisper to myself.

Someone from the party looks out at me and I wave to them. They look at my disheveled hair and frost bitten skin and mistake me for some idiot dressed as a zombie. They turn away to rejoin the party. I pretend not to notice as a lonely tear freezes to my cheek.

Then, as if from nowhere, Santa pulls up beside me in a bus. "The sleigh is broken this year, I ran into a HO HO HO and now Blitzen is kaput!" he says. Then he hands me an iPhone to check my e-mail. Atop my inbox sits an unread e-mail: "Interview invitation from The North Pole Medical School of Physicians and Elves" I am shocked, NPMS was my top choice! Santa hands me a sweater and I jump into the bus to head to the interview.

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....

Saved. 😆You had me at death eater (though I assume you meant "dementor" instead?)
 
Nice, I hear being homeless is pretty cool. I mean, since you live on the street, it's kinda like everywhere is your home! What could be better than that? Def jealous of the homeless. Like after work, when I have to go back to my house all the way across town and actually cook dinner...bustin my ass over here! Jeez!

I've always wanted one of those homeless beards too! BAMF

It eventually blows. My friends and I were living in a 3BR with 4 dudes, one of which was "the guy on the couch," and with constant house calls from several underage women and shady visitors. Yes, yes, I was 17 (the youngest) and just graduated HS, so I preemptively ask for you to enjoy the story rather than judge.

Anyway, turns out one of the guys my friend vouched for, a childhood friend of his that "took out the lease," was pocketing our money rather than paying the utilities. So we all come home one day, in Tennessee, which gets hellishly hot and humid during the summer, to a dark house with no electricity, no water, no douche bag lease holder, and most of all, half of our stuff. I had thrown down some serious savings to get my feet off the ground and had nothing but my car. I embarked on a 6 month journey of homelessness rather than go back to my miserable, abusive, hell-hole of a father's home. I'll admit, the first half of the journey while I had my car and another homeless friend along for the ride was pretty cool. We hustled pool for gas money and a portion of our food rations from plastered truckers hanging out in country-@$$ dive bars where the bartender was apparently too drunk to notice that he was letting in a 17 and an 18 year old. We also jumped from friend's couch to drug dealer's living room to girlfriend's meth'd out mother's couch, foraged and begged for food, and somehow survived for about 5 months or so.

It was pretty exciting, but eventually turned south when it hit winter and the homeless friend along for the ride turned out to be a pathological liar and master chef of drama. Then it was just me, as fall turned into winter. I always say that I prefer the cold because you quickly reach a minimal, nekked state of clothing in the heat but can always put on more clothes during the winter. Well, sure, unless you don't have enough clothes or blankets! I reluctantly crawled back home, got a job washing dishes in a downtown microbrew pub and tried to get back on my feet. This is when I met my now wife online a week before I had a dish-breaking, Spanish cussing tirade of an epiphany that it was finally time to stop my "break" and get my butt into gear at a local university. I applied that day, waited through a purgatory of "you're currently under special review," and eventually got accepted.

So what's the relevance to this thread? It's just another entertaining short story, this one an autobiographical distraction as we near the end of yet another grueling, emotionally unstable week of what seems like an unjust, never-ending supernatural slap in the face for all of our hard work. I wish you all the best of luck. As lalalaaaaaa said,
. . . and so the waiting continues....
P.S. That was some awesome creative writing, man. You should definitely consider writing on the side at some point...if you haven't already.
 
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It was at my state school for those who were wondering. Yes, it is unusual to be able to call like that. And no, I didn't take the next day interview :laugh:.

I think the biggest thing to take away from that experience is that lateness is the reason I haven't heard back yet. I expect I'll be hearing from more soon (within the next month). It seems to be typical for people complete around my time.
 
My biggest concern this cycle is that ADCOMs aren't taking chances on applicants. If you have someone with a 4.0 and 36, why bother with the lower-stats applicant. I like to think I'm a unique applicant worth meeting... ADCOMs clearly don't.
 
My biggest concern this cycle is that ADCOMs aren't taking chances on applicants. If you have someone with a 4.0 and 36, why bother with the lower-stats applicant. I like to think I'm a unique applicant worth meeting... ADCOMs clearly don't.

Why don't you list your ECs like I did so we can give input on how strong they truly are.
 
My biggest concern this cycle is that ADCOMs aren't taking chances on applicants. If you have someone with a 4.0 and 36, why bother with the lower-stats applicant. I like to think I'm a unique applicant worth meeting... ADCOMs clearly don't.

...because someone with a 4.0 and a 36 doesn't necessarily mean he/she will automatically be a good doctor. I have a few friends who have stats very similar to 4.0/36 and in all honesty I don't think they'd make the best doctors. While their academic qualifications are fantastic, their social skills aren't. You just have to hope that adcoms will see that too. In my head I think it makes much more sense to accept an applicant who may have slightly lower stats that still demonstrate a strong academic drive and great social skills that would make them great doctors in terms of people skills.
 
...because someone with a 4.0 and a 36 doesn't necessarily mean he/she will automatically be a good doctor. I have a few friends who have stats very similar to 4.0/36 and in all honesty I don't think they'd make the best doctors. While their academic qualifications are fantastic, their social skills aren't. You just have to hope that adcoms will see that too. In my head I think it makes much more sense to accept an applicant who may have slightly lower stats that still demonstrate a strong academic drive and great social skills that would make them great doctors in terms of people skills.

👍

Also, I hope that the adcoms also pay attention to the tone of the applicant (made obvious in the PS and primaries/secondaries) and try to look beyond the list of ecs to see what the applicant actually got from the ecs as well as how he/she made use of the different opportunities given to him/her.

But then again, there are those with perfect stats, perfect ecs, and perfect writing skills. But I hope that everyone who deserves to study medicine not be looked over in favor of someone with stronger stats but in reality, overall a weaker applicant (which gets overshadowed/overlooked due to the stellar stats). Hang on tight everyone!
 
But then again, there are those with perfect stats, perfect ecs, and perfect writing skills. But I hope that everyone who deserves to study medicine not be looked over in favor of someone with stronger stats but in reality, overall a weaker applicant (which gets overshadowed/overlooked due to the stellar stats). Hang on tight everyone!

Definitely agree! That's why I haven't given up hope just yet. I firmly believe that these first few months of the interview season went towards those "perfect" individuals you mentioned. I'm thinking/hoping/wishing that between now and march the adcoms wills start checking out the applicants with less perfect applications but who are nevertheless worthy of becoming doctors! :luck::luck::luck::luck:
 
After reading this thread, it seems like things have REALLY changed in the past 10 years (stat-wise).

I applied for a 2003 matriculation during 2002-03. I had a 27P, 3.79c, 3.70s, and several outstanding ECs. I worked my butt off on those ECs to set me apart knowing I have always been a horrible test taker. I believe I turned in my AMCAS around May 2002 (I do remember it was the earliest month possible) and finished all my secondaries by August 2002. I applied to approximately 20 schools, and was privileged to interview at 6 schools.

September: No interviews
October: No interviews
November: WVU interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
December: No interviews
January: USF interview, waitlisted immediately, never accepted
UF interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
February: Penn State interview, waitlisted immediately, accepted May 2003
March: MUSC interview, waitlisted immediately, never accepted
USC (S.Carlina) interview, accepted March 2003

The whole point of me writing all this is to display what a really long year it was playing the interview/waiting game. I would get interview invites out of no where (it felt) and would be interviewing there 1-2 weeks later. It's only early December, and you just don't know how the year is going to play out. In my opinion, it's still early. I think it's safe to say interview invites will be complete my March 2012.

Please hang in there.

Best post in this thread the whole day. 👍
 
As the holidays approach, many of us are still waiting eagerly in the shadows for an admissions office to give us a ray of hope in these dark times. The all encompassing purgatory we have entered seems to be sucking away our souls, one by one, like a death eater in a mob of muggles. Hopefully we can all summon the strength to cast a patronus spell and break free of this horrible fate.

...

Three months later: waitlisted at NPMS. "Oh WTF." I yell.... and so the waiting continues....

This is awesome!! 👍 We need more creative people like you in medicine to bring a fresh perspective to things.

Seriously, this summer I was living with a roommate who was super creative. When I want to waste time, what do I do? I go online, read forums, watch TV. Very boring, passive activities.

What did she do? She would whip open a sketchbook and start drawing (and not just with any old pencil, but with a fountain pen). Or she would make art from old wires for amps. When you open up those wires, there are all kinds of layers, colors, and materials.

This whole experience made me think about how narrow my focus has become and how I've kind of lost some of my creativity. Back in high school I would frequently doodle whatever came to my mind. But teachers told me that I shouldn't be so untidy, and eventually I gave that up. Now I have very limited creativity. I tried to sit down and draw random things, but my mind was blank as the snow in the Arctic (see, that's not even a very good metaphor).
 
probably because you're a ***** and all you're doing is posting stupid pictures
 
Talked to someone at Creighton who said I will be receiving an interview email next week! I'm so excited, I really love the school. :xf: for the rest of you!
 
My biggest concern this cycle is that ADCOMs aren't taking chances on applicants. If you have someone with a 4.0 and 36, why bother with the lower-stats applicant. I like to think I'm a unique applicant worth meeting... ADCOMs clearly don't.

Over two cycles, there are about 4,458 applicants with a 36 or higher and a 3.8 or higher. That's about 2,229 per year. That's more than the total number of applicants my school interviews in a cycle BUT if we were limit ourselves to that group, we'd be fighting over the same relatively small pool to fill our schools and too many seats (> 15,000) would go empty. As it is, only ~4,000 of that group are considered worthy of admission so it could be said that about 10% of that elite group don't get in anywhere.

We have to take a chance on some applicants with lower stats or we are left with an empty waitlist at the end of the season as all the tip top applicants are snatched up.
 
Over two cycles, there are about 4,458 applicants with a 36 or higher and a 3.8 or higher. That's about 2,229 per year. That's more than the total number of applicants my school interviews in a cycle BUT if we were limit ourselves to that group, we'd be fighting over the same relatively small pool to fill our schools and too many seats (> 15,000) would go empty. As it is, only ~4,000 of that group are considered worthy of admission so it could be said that about 10% of that elite group don't get in anywhere.

We have to take a chance on some applicants with lower stats or we are left with an empty waitlist at the end of the season as all the tip top applicants are snatched up.

Oh thank you LizzyM... you're far nicer than your avatar would suggest. Thanks for the encouragement in the form of reassuring facts.
 
Over two cycles, there are about 4,458 applicants with a 36 or higher and a 3.8 or higher. That's about 2,229 per year. That's more than the total number of applicants my school interviews in a cycle BUT if we were limit ourselves to that group, we'd be fighting over the same relatively small pool to fill our schools and too many seats (> 15,000) would go empty. As it is, only ~4,000 of that group are considered worthy of admission so it could be said that about 10% of that elite group don't get in anywhere.

We have to take a chance on some applicants with lower stats or we are left with an empty waitlist at the end of the season as all the tip top applicants are snatched up.

LizzyM is awesome. Any top level admin who can stand our stupid questions for multiple years, answer said stupid questions, and maintain her sanity is a BOSS in my book. 😍
 
wondering...i assume adcoms have a similar break to undergrad students? that is, something like a couple weeks off on both sides of christmas day? sooo, i'm wondering if it's best that we don't expect any word from them for the second half of this month?
 
wondering...i assume adcoms have a similar break to undergrad students? that is, something like a couple weeks off on both sides of christmas day? sooo, i'm wondering if it's best that we don't expect any word from them for the second half of this month?

Mostly, but these days much of what we do can be done online from anywhere... and some of us are workaholics. And for some people with clinical responsibilities as well as roles in med admissions, the slower pace of things on the clinical side over the holidays means more time can be devoted to med admissions business. We want to hit the ground running in early January as the admissions season winds down.
 
thanks for being so helpful/informative lizzy! 🙂

i agree with what someone said above about your icon. i always get scared when i saw the tough sue sylvester look!
 
hey guys! i've gotten two interview invites since friday (one friday, one today), and i was complete on all my secondaries way back in late July, early August!

so they're still coming!
 
hey guys! i've gotten two interview invites since friday (one friday, one today), and i was complete on all my secondaries way back in late July, early August!

so they're still coming!

Congrats! and to Brown too! 👍
 
hey guys! i've gotten two interview invites since friday (one friday, one today), and i was complete on all my secondaries way back in late July, early August!

so they're still coming!


Strong work! 👍
 
Anybody else with good news to report? I'm getting my applications sent off to my backup options, but I'm still hoping!
 
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