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Hello SDN,
I have an idea of what one needs to do to get into medical school, I'm here more on the account of getting some clarity.
Let me start with an explanation for my concerns. It's quite the epic tale, I apologize for its length.
I started in Fall 2004 with a scholarship to my university and around 20 credit hours from AP courses. My problems mostly arose in my senior year of high school where I basically lost my three best friends since elementary school. They took a path of heavy drug use that I didn't follow and it really took a psychological toll. At this time I was developing a serious case of depression and picked up the addiction of online gaming from an acquaintance. It basically gave me an outlet to replace those close friends with those I made online. My sister practically applied to college for me and I received a scholarship because I had such good grades in high school.
Anyways, I started college with no real direction in my life and dropped all my courses during my fourth semester. I moved home since my depression had deepened considerably. I took a year and a half off of school and took a minimum wage job when something amazing happened. I was happy. I even fell in love, and proposed to my girlfriend after 9 months. She encouraged me to return to school because I had been talking about becoming a doctor for some time.
So, after a three semester break I went back to school and commuted an hour each way determined to redeem myself. My grades flourished. I retook three medical school prerequisites which I previously earned C's in on top of an A&P course I didn't really need, but wanted it to fulfill my thirst for knowledge of the human body. I earned a 4.0, a 3.97, and an A in a summer lab. I had started volunteering at the time and was about to begin looking into shadowing.
Well, as it turns out when your twenty-one years old and propose to a nineteen year old it does always work for the best. My extreme passion for my studies and other various things led to some horrible events. I tried to balance school and save a relationship, and often had to choose between the two. I chose her most of the time. The relationship took everything out of me and my parents and siblings were still shoving me into more schoolwork. Needless to say, the next fall semester didn't go so great and my enthusiasm and hope for academic redemption were obliterated. I put so many hours into that previous school year (I basically rewrote my A&P book - it was a taught by a very intensive professor) to erase the idea of academic inability, and it just seemed to vanish. I continued to take classes at my parents behest (I lived with them) and didn't have my heart in it. Eight withdrawals, a year and a half off (again). I moved out of my parents house (finally) and here I am back in school.
At long last I'll be finishing a seven year bachelors degree. I'm sitting at a cGPA 3.4, sGPA3.7, and a DO GPA of 3.52. I really wish I could shake this desire to be a physician. I've tried so many times to talk myself out of it. I've looked into other options, some that even pay reasonably close to primary care. They are appealing in some aspects and are by a far an easier course to take. I may have to follow these second choice paths because I'm trying to be realistic; however, there is one truth no amount of lying to myself will rid of. The passion I have to earn the chance at studying medicine will never be satisfied unless I can be a physician.
Is it possible for me to do this with stellar grades, volunteer work, whilst earning rapport with professors and nearby physicians for LOR's? I'm trying to stay positive, but there's this fear in the back of mind that I'm mistaking optimism for naïveté. This is where I'm at in life. I've matured, I'll be the older guy in the medical school's class but I'm okay with that. Medical admission represents so much to me. It represents a long desired clean slate for me where I can just put my past behind me and keep moving forward. Despite everything, I've learned a lot from my mistakes. The question is can I convince an entire admission committee? Your thoughts, whether encouraging or bearing bad news are most welcome.
I have an idea of what one needs to do to get into medical school, I'm here more on the account of getting some clarity.
Let me start with an explanation for my concerns. It's quite the epic tale, I apologize for its length.
I started in Fall 2004 with a scholarship to my university and around 20 credit hours from AP courses. My problems mostly arose in my senior year of high school where I basically lost my three best friends since elementary school. They took a path of heavy drug use that I didn't follow and it really took a psychological toll. At this time I was developing a serious case of depression and picked up the addiction of online gaming from an acquaintance. It basically gave me an outlet to replace those close friends with those I made online. My sister practically applied to college for me and I received a scholarship because I had such good grades in high school.
Anyways, I started college with no real direction in my life and dropped all my courses during my fourth semester. I moved home since my depression had deepened considerably. I took a year and a half off of school and took a minimum wage job when something amazing happened. I was happy. I even fell in love, and proposed to my girlfriend after 9 months. She encouraged me to return to school because I had been talking about becoming a doctor for some time.
So, after a three semester break I went back to school and commuted an hour each way determined to redeem myself. My grades flourished. I retook three medical school prerequisites which I previously earned C's in on top of an A&P course I didn't really need, but wanted it to fulfill my thirst for knowledge of the human body. I earned a 4.0, a 3.97, and an A in a summer lab. I had started volunteering at the time and was about to begin looking into shadowing.
Well, as it turns out when your twenty-one years old and propose to a nineteen year old it does always work for the best. My extreme passion for my studies and other various things led to some horrible events. I tried to balance school and save a relationship, and often had to choose between the two. I chose her most of the time. The relationship took everything out of me and my parents and siblings were still shoving me into more schoolwork. Needless to say, the next fall semester didn't go so great and my enthusiasm and hope for academic redemption were obliterated. I put so many hours into that previous school year (I basically rewrote my A&P book - it was a taught by a very intensive professor) to erase the idea of academic inability, and it just seemed to vanish. I continued to take classes at my parents behest (I lived with them) and didn't have my heart in it. Eight withdrawals, a year and a half off (again). I moved out of my parents house (finally) and here I am back in school.
At long last I'll be finishing a seven year bachelors degree. I'm sitting at a cGPA 3.4, sGPA3.7, and a DO GPA of 3.52. I really wish I could shake this desire to be a physician. I've tried so many times to talk myself out of it. I've looked into other options, some that even pay reasonably close to primary care. They are appealing in some aspects and are by a far an easier course to take. I may have to follow these second choice paths because I'm trying to be realistic; however, there is one truth no amount of lying to myself will rid of. The passion I have to earn the chance at studying medicine will never be satisfied unless I can be a physician.
Is it possible for me to do this with stellar grades, volunteer work, whilst earning rapport with professors and nearby physicians for LOR's? I'm trying to stay positive, but there's this fear in the back of mind that I'm mistaking optimism for naïveté. This is where I'm at in life. I've matured, I'll be the older guy in the medical school's class but I'm okay with that. Medical admission represents so much to me. It represents a long desired clean slate for me where I can just put my past behind me and keep moving forward. Despite everything, I've learned a lot from my mistakes. The question is can I convince an entire admission committee? Your thoughts, whether encouraging or bearing bad news are most welcome.