Hi everyone, I need some courage and advice....(This is a little long....sorry!)
I'm 26 years old, currently working at a law firm doing paralegal/translation work. I'm a first-generation immigrant, came to the United States when I was 15. My family moved to Ohio, a small town in the middle of nowhere. With no ESL training program available, I was thrown into the public high school the fall of my arrival. It's a high school with 98% white kids, probably less than 10 black and Asian kids combined (two of them were my cousins). I didn't speak a word throughout my high school years (except when I had to) and I graduated from high school unable to write a paper on my own. The school tried to find me ESL tutors, one of them was verbally abusive, the other one instructed me to cheat on OGT (Ohio Graduation Test). I graduated from high school unable to write a paper on my own. Nonetheless, I was admitted into a Liberal Arts College (College of Wooster) and finally began to live more like a regular human being. Not surprisingly, I struggled my first two years even though I spent 8 hours on average studying in the library everyday. I failed biology because I couldn't understand the text: I would need to read a paragraph for at least three times to be able to get a grip on what it actually means. But I made friends, start making improvements on my spoken English. By the time that I finally caught up with my peers, my college years are almost over. I ended up with a 2.8 G.P.A. At this point, I have given up on going to medical school.
My estranged dad was terribly ill not too long after my college graduation. He was living by himself in Taiwan. My mom had to support my younger brother who just started middle school at the time, so I decided to take care of my dad. For nearly a year, my everyday schedule was to measure my dad's blood sugar, make sure that he takes his medication, prepare breakfast and lunch, escort him to doctor's appointments, encourage him to exercise, make dinner and argue with him. He was blind, in a wheelchair and abusive. I stayed with him until he passed away. I felt sad to see go him but relieved at the same time.
Taking care of an ill person was stressful both physically and emotionally especially when I was on my own. But I would not have known how much I'd like to care for people if I had not been at my dad's bedside. I wish to give myself another shot at medical school so I began to take post-bach classes to amend my terrible undergrad grades while having a full-time and part-time job. I received decent grades, A- in Organic Chemistry and A in other science courses. Currently studying for MCAT and searching for volunteer opportunities that would suit my schedule.
My chances could be slim (MD), but I would still like some opinion and suggestion.
Thanks for reading!
I'm 26 years old, currently working at a law firm doing paralegal/translation work. I'm a first-generation immigrant, came to the United States when I was 15. My family moved to Ohio, a small town in the middle of nowhere. With no ESL training program available, I was thrown into the public high school the fall of my arrival. It's a high school with 98% white kids, probably less than 10 black and Asian kids combined (two of them were my cousins). I didn't speak a word throughout my high school years (except when I had to) and I graduated from high school unable to write a paper on my own. The school tried to find me ESL tutors, one of them was verbally abusive, the other one instructed me to cheat on OGT (Ohio Graduation Test). I graduated from high school unable to write a paper on my own. Nonetheless, I was admitted into a Liberal Arts College (College of Wooster) and finally began to live more like a regular human being. Not surprisingly, I struggled my first two years even though I spent 8 hours on average studying in the library everyday. I failed biology because I couldn't understand the text: I would need to read a paragraph for at least three times to be able to get a grip on what it actually means. But I made friends, start making improvements on my spoken English. By the time that I finally caught up with my peers, my college years are almost over. I ended up with a 2.8 G.P.A. At this point, I have given up on going to medical school.
My estranged dad was terribly ill not too long after my college graduation. He was living by himself in Taiwan. My mom had to support my younger brother who just started middle school at the time, so I decided to take care of my dad. For nearly a year, my everyday schedule was to measure my dad's blood sugar, make sure that he takes his medication, prepare breakfast and lunch, escort him to doctor's appointments, encourage him to exercise, make dinner and argue with him. He was blind, in a wheelchair and abusive. I stayed with him until he passed away. I felt sad to see go him but relieved at the same time.
Taking care of an ill person was stressful both physically and emotionally especially when I was on my own. But I would not have known how much I'd like to care for people if I had not been at my dad's bedside. I wish to give myself another shot at medical school so I began to take post-bach classes to amend my terrible undergrad grades while having a full-time and part-time job. I received decent grades, A- in Organic Chemistry and A in other science courses. Currently studying for MCAT and searching for volunteer opportunities that would suit my schedule.
My chances could be slim (MD), but I would still like some opinion and suggestion.
Thanks for reading!
