Here's my story about sophomore year. It spans two years technically, but the s**t hit the fan my 2nd year. Please bear with me, as this is a long story... (tl;dr version at the bottom).
I had rushed a fraternity my freshman year and I loved it, even pledgeship. Don't get me wrong, pledging in a huge fraternity in the
south tests your physical, emotional, and psychological integrity, but I pulled through. Pledgeship was something I'm glad I went through because I met some of the most amazing brothers that I will know for the rest of my life. By the end of freshman year, I had a 3.43, which wasn't bad if you ask me. However, I had been suffering from depression throughout high school, and it would still hit me whenever I had nothing to be depressed about at the time.
Sophomore year, I had a job: a Resident Assistant. This was classified as a "part-time student job" by the university, but the workload told otherwise. If I didn't have class, premed meetings, rush events, or classes to study for, wasn't in the gym, I had to work. I got AT MOST 4 hours of sleep, with 8 am classes each day. I wasn't allowed to attend a lot of parties in my fraternity because of strict rules that prevent RA's from partying with his/her residents. Now, if you were to know one thing about me, it's that I am VERY extroverted. I love meeting people and being with a lot of people all the time. It's just who I am. This job, along with very limited social interaction (every resident I had thought of me as an authority figure rather than a role model), and almost no sleep brought my depression back--with a vengeance. I ended up breaking almost every rule as an RA as far as partying with residents. Don't get me wrong, I didn't go looking for trouble, but if my residents were at any of the parties that I attended, I would drink with them. I partied every weekend and got hammered. This only caused my grades to worsen and my depression to get worse. There were parts of that year that honestly scare me to this day because of how bad depression got. By the end of my sophomore year, I had a 3.13 cGPA and a 2.9X sGPA. I thought that any chance in getting into medical school was gone. I was almost at a point of killing myself.
Then, one of my best friends convinced me to get help. I reluctantly went towards the end of the year on campus and it gave me hope back. I left the RA job, rested up, got the therapy I needed, and REALLY considered if I wanted to go to medical school. I decided to give myself one more semester at getting a Biochemistry degree. I studied hard, weightlifted constantly (stress relief and it's very healthy), continued therapy, and reconnected with my fraternity. I can promise you that there wasn't a week where I wanted to call it quits; I wanted to switch to French (fluent) and move on from medicine. I always had a doubt in my mind that "my GPA will never be good enough" or "no matter what I do I'll just have to switch my career path." However, no matter how I felt about my low chances for becoming a doctor, I still persevered. I ended up getting a 4.0 that semester and knew that this was a sign for a second chance. I told myself I wouldn't blow it. I made a 4.0 for the last 4 semesters and published twice as a first author. When I got II's from Stanford and JHU (reach schools for me), I honestly cried in front of my friends and girlfriend (at the time.) When I got my first acceptance, I was awestruck. I felt invincible and that my work (and life) was worth something. If I told myself from sophomore year about where I was at that moment, I would laugh in my own face.
Summary:
- Don't let anyone tell you you can't become a doctor. If I listened to any of them, then I wouldn't be here.
- You need a support system in college, even if you're not going for an MD/DO degree.
- If you have MDD or any other issue like this, don't do it alone. I honestly thought in the beginning that partying hard, getting drunk, and sleeping with chicks would cure my depression. Oh holy s**t was I wrong. What's worse is that it took my best friend and a semester to realize this.
- Find a hobby. Weightlifting gave me back so much confidence that it almost cured my depression alone. If you love doing something, then make the time for it.
- College can be fun, if you manage time correctly. The secret to me doing a complete 180 degrees is that I got help from the career center at my school on how to plan my time correctly. This saved my GPA (and in my case, my life.)
- Get a mentor. I'm not talking about someone you visit once a semester to talk to for 5 minutes on your goals and how classes are going. I mean someone you keep in close contact to you that is a role model. For me, it was my second Research PI. Not only did he help me publish, but he gave me so much confidence in and out of the classroom, as well as how to study effectively. HE is the reason my GPA saved my ass.
- Anything is possible. Bad GPA right now? You can fix it. Your MCAT not reflecting your academic potential? Retake it. Can't find a doctor to shadow? You're not trying hard enough.