I wanted to post this on the thread where this weird and wild story began. Today, almost an entire year after submitting my applications to medical school, I was finally accepted to my top choice medical school off of the waitlist. In October, I started becoming concerned that I had not received a single interview invitation even though some of my contemporaries had already been accepted. By December, this had progressed to a full panic and I fell into what I would probably call some kind of a depression. Being a future doctor was the only way I had ever seen myself! How could this be happening to me? But at the very end of my fall semester, I received my first interview to Rush Medical College, my dream school. It was the only time in my life I have legitimately cried of happiness. And I got three more interviews shortly thereafter! I was over the moon. I finally felt like things were looking up for me. Time passed, and I went to every single interview feeling like I absolutely nailed it. This contributed to my frustration when I proceeded to get waitlisted at every single school. And just like I had in the fall semester, I went to a very dark place. I felt like medical school admissions occupied everything in my mind and informed everything I did. My college graduation was one of the lowest points of my life. My family tried to be supportive but they didn’t really understand the process enough to know what it was like. Most of my friends aren’t pre-med students and those that are had mostly been accepted. But I found unwavering, and frankly unwarranted, support from everyone on SDN, particularly in this thread. There is a very good chance I will never meet any of you, but I consider you all true friends. I love you all! Thank you for bringing so much joy to my life.