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As I have been looking how I spent my last few years getting to this point, I began questioning some of the hidden things I have done throughout the years that I feel have molded me as a person interested in medicine. I have enlisted military service with 2 foreign duty stations, part-time jobs off an on as security guard, and some basic hospital volunteering for about 150+ hrs and a short shadowing session. I am pretty weak on EC compared to other premeds, but I started pretty late and I always assumed the door of opportunity was already shut to become a physician until I was in my Sophomore year.
Here is the thing, I am the first in my family to go to college, both my parents are dropouts with one working as a waitress most of her life and the other being a shift worker.
Had I known what I know now, I would have did a much better job at making a nice application by the time I applied. I am not making excuses, but I really didn't know what I was doing most of the time. I started out at the community college so it's not like we had pre-med advisers and with a 10 year old academic probation while taking a vocational program geared toward the chemical plant industry, I didn't want any awkward stares from people when I tell them I was thinking about going to medical school.
Crazy things happened during my undergraduate year, I have a sibling in prison and he was a fugitive for most of my entire 4-year college experience. When he got caught, I almost cried with relief because he was armed and I was afraid he wouldn't surrender.
I feel very close to my brother despite his pretty awful crimes and I was one of the few that didn't give up on him and I make contact visits every month. These are awful! I drive 8 hrs round trip, it exhausts me, and I wait 1-2 hrs just for my turn to go in and then add 2-4 hrs per visit. I see entire families there and I see my brother decaying mentally.
I have no kids or spouse and my brother was and is still my best friend and I write weekly emails talking about my med school dreams and he roots for me. I think I have spent as many hours driving to Texas prisons and doing visits than I have volunteering and the entire situation was a nightmare after I left the military. I even had a swat team raid the house and I had guns pointed at my head while nearly completely naked as I scrambled to get dressed before a bunch of cops busted into my room. My neighbors thought I was my brother and called the tipline while I stayed with my mom after first leaving the military. How embarrassing!
I don't know how this matters to being a physician, but my years leading up to making the decision to fully go for it all tie into this. I am in my 30's and I worry about losing another year of a possible career because I am not measuring up to other peoples applications, but life hasn't been easy. Does any of this matter? I am not looking for brownie points and I do not want to make a mistake by mentioning these things if they don't seem relevant, but they are important events to me.
Here is the thing, I am the first in my family to go to college, both my parents are dropouts with one working as a waitress most of her life and the other being a shift worker.
Had I known what I know now, I would have did a much better job at making a nice application by the time I applied. I am not making excuses, but I really didn't know what I was doing most of the time. I started out at the community college so it's not like we had pre-med advisers and with a 10 year old academic probation while taking a vocational program geared toward the chemical plant industry, I didn't want any awkward stares from people when I tell them I was thinking about going to medical school.
Crazy things happened during my undergraduate year, I have a sibling in prison and he was a fugitive for most of my entire 4-year college experience. When he got caught, I almost cried with relief because he was armed and I was afraid he wouldn't surrender.
I feel very close to my brother despite his pretty awful crimes and I was one of the few that didn't give up on him and I make contact visits every month. These are awful! I drive 8 hrs round trip, it exhausts me, and I wait 1-2 hrs just for my turn to go in and then add 2-4 hrs per visit. I see entire families there and I see my brother decaying mentally.
I have no kids or spouse and my brother was and is still my best friend and I write weekly emails talking about my med school dreams and he roots for me. I think I have spent as many hours driving to Texas prisons and doing visits than I have volunteering and the entire situation was a nightmare after I left the military. I even had a swat team raid the house and I had guns pointed at my head while nearly completely naked as I scrambled to get dressed before a bunch of cops busted into my room. My neighbors thought I was my brother and called the tipline while I stayed with my mom after first leaving the military. How embarrassing!
I don't know how this matters to being a physician, but my years leading up to making the decision to fully go for it all tie into this. I am in my 30's and I worry about losing another year of a possible career because I am not measuring up to other peoples applications, but life hasn't been easy. Does any of this matter? I am not looking for brownie points and I do not want to make a mistake by mentioning these things if they don't seem relevant, but they are important events to me.