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...non-traditional to say the least! That what I will say WHEN (not if) I am accepted into medical school.
six years ago I started my journey towards med school. I graduated with a 3.98 from high school and was accepted into UC Davis as a sports med. major. During my second year of schooling, there were two deaths in the family, about 3 months apart. Because Davis works on the 10-week quarter system, each loss of a family member came around the time for a midterm and 2 weeks before finals. Needless to say I didn't do very well. I was called in by my academic advisor and told that I couldn't cut it as a pre-med student. I explained that there were mitigating circumstances behind what was happening. They took that into account and "generously" allowed me to change majors and stay in the University, rather than kicking me out. I decided to change my major to comparative religion/religious studies. I was devastated because I had never failed at anything before. Not only had i failed, but I had lost my chance to do what I loved! I remember on night in my fourth year I was up until 2AM studying for a chemistry test. My roommate came home and he had made the best of $1 pint night to say the least! I could smell him looking over my left shoulder. He walked away (burped) and started laughing. he told me I had done a conversion wrong, then he gave the answer and should just give. I flipped to the back of the book and sure enough...he was right! I found out he later was accepted into Drexler, UC Davis and Stanford. He told me that one day I could be like him and get into med school, but I'd probably have to start all over and then go get my masters...or there was always Mexico...
I finished off college in 2006 with a B.A. in Religious studies and was able to bring my gpa UP (yes...up) to around 2.5. I was completely lost and didn't know where I was going to go next. At that time I wanted to give up on medicine all together, but I just couldn't. I had gotten my EMT certification in my last quarter, so I was able to work on an ambulance. I joined a volunteer group that provided medical aid at music concerts (Rock/rap/country/etc.). Slowly, the medical world started to reaffirm its grasp on me.
After about a year or so of being out of college I decided it was time to be a big boy and get a real job (well, real-er). Working on the ambulance was good for developing skills, but with metro fire taking all 9-1-1 calls, we were normally stuck with elderly patient transports. Eventually I was able to get a job in the ER, which also happens to be a level II trauma facility. After getting home after that first shift I remember taking off my scrubs, looking in the mirror and saying, "smith, you are going to medical school." To this day I have not looked back.
I have managed to befriend a trauma surgeon at a local teaching hospital and he has given me almost free reign to follow him and observe in the OR. I can't get enough of it. I work 12 hours shifts, go to school, volunteer and in the free time that I have left, I wake up at 530 in the AM, in order to stand around in 5-7 hour long surgeries. Its an insatiable thirst. At work I am constantly asking the doctor why this or why that. They are even to the point where they will pull me to the x-ray boards and show me something about a patient that we have. Every day, it's something new.
I truly feel that although my love was taken away from me in college, I have now found it as a passion further on down the road.
The only problem that I have right now is...what next? Most post-bac programs won't take me because my GPA is too low, however taking a JC class to cover up a university grade isn't satisfactory!
In all honestly I have:
200+ hours observational OR time
1500+ hours volunteer medical service
3000+ hours of hands on work experience
2-3 LORs from renound trauma surgeons in Northern California
a TERRIBLE gpa
Probable low MCAT scores
It is so hard having a passion for something and not knowing where to go or what to do in order to make that passion a reality.
Even if you are stating the obvious, can I have some sort of feedback. At this point I will listen to anything (except for a burp...then an answer to my chemistry problem). After all, the ONLY place I can go is up!
Thank you for your time!
six years ago I started my journey towards med school. I graduated with a 3.98 from high school and was accepted into UC Davis as a sports med. major. During my second year of schooling, there were two deaths in the family, about 3 months apart. Because Davis works on the 10-week quarter system, each loss of a family member came around the time for a midterm and 2 weeks before finals. Needless to say I didn't do very well. I was called in by my academic advisor and told that I couldn't cut it as a pre-med student. I explained that there were mitigating circumstances behind what was happening. They took that into account and "generously" allowed me to change majors and stay in the University, rather than kicking me out. I decided to change my major to comparative religion/religious studies. I was devastated because I had never failed at anything before. Not only had i failed, but I had lost my chance to do what I loved! I remember on night in my fourth year I was up until 2AM studying for a chemistry test. My roommate came home and he had made the best of $1 pint night to say the least! I could smell him looking over my left shoulder. He walked away (burped) and started laughing. he told me I had done a conversion wrong, then he gave the answer and should just give. I flipped to the back of the book and sure enough...he was right! I found out he later was accepted into Drexler, UC Davis and Stanford. He told me that one day I could be like him and get into med school, but I'd probably have to start all over and then go get my masters...or there was always Mexico...
I finished off college in 2006 with a B.A. in Religious studies and was able to bring my gpa UP (yes...up) to around 2.5. I was completely lost and didn't know where I was going to go next. At that time I wanted to give up on medicine all together, but I just couldn't. I had gotten my EMT certification in my last quarter, so I was able to work on an ambulance. I joined a volunteer group that provided medical aid at music concerts (Rock/rap/country/etc.). Slowly, the medical world started to reaffirm its grasp on me.
After about a year or so of being out of college I decided it was time to be a big boy and get a real job (well, real-er). Working on the ambulance was good for developing skills, but with metro fire taking all 9-1-1 calls, we were normally stuck with elderly patient transports. Eventually I was able to get a job in the ER, which also happens to be a level II trauma facility. After getting home after that first shift I remember taking off my scrubs, looking in the mirror and saying, "smith, you are going to medical school." To this day I have not looked back.
I have managed to befriend a trauma surgeon at a local teaching hospital and he has given me almost free reign to follow him and observe in the OR. I can't get enough of it. I work 12 hours shifts, go to school, volunteer and in the free time that I have left, I wake up at 530 in the AM, in order to stand around in 5-7 hour long surgeries. Its an insatiable thirst. At work I am constantly asking the doctor why this or why that. They are even to the point where they will pull me to the x-ray boards and show me something about a patient that we have. Every day, it's something new.
I truly feel that although my love was taken away from me in college, I have now found it as a passion further on down the road.
The only problem that I have right now is...what next? Most post-bac programs won't take me because my GPA is too low, however taking a JC class to cover up a university grade isn't satisfactory!
In all honestly I have:
200+ hours observational OR time
1500+ hours volunteer medical service
3000+ hours of hands on work experience
2-3 LORs from renound trauma surgeons in Northern California
a TERRIBLE gpa
Probable low MCAT scores
It is so hard having a passion for something and not knowing where to go or what to do in order to make that passion a reality.
Even if you are stating the obvious, can I have some sort of feedback. At this point I will listen to anything (except for a burp...then an answer to my chemistry problem). After all, the ONLY place I can go is up!
Thank you for your time!