Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to go to medical school very badly. She worked hard during college and studied like mad for the MCAT. The first time she took the MCAT she got a 20 cummulative. The second time wasn't much better with a 25, considering her GPA was around 3.60. But the girl still held hope that medical school was where she wanted to be. So she applied to 12 schools, and got rejected from 11 with one interview at her state school. Four days after her interview, out of nowhere the admissions lady called and told her that she was accepted. So now she is finishing her M1 year and doing quite remarkably for what her test scores predicted. Granted, it's not Harvard or any top school for that matter, and she's not going to get into a neurosurgery residency, but she's happy. She'll probably end up as a family doc in a small town doing her best. She's living her dream and happy with her choices. Why did I tell this true story? This was for all of the premeds out there that think they won't get into school, or that it isn't worth the heartache. I read the posts on this board a lot when I am taking study breaks. I just thought I'd share my own story.