I'm so honored to be able to post on this thread! I have been watching it for years and it has been my dream to post. I was absolutely thrilled to receive my only acceptance a few days ago (you only need one!
). It is an acceptance to a fully funded MD/PhD program (MSTP), and I could not be more shocked and grateful. I came into the cycle as a complete underdog with an MCAT score that I was constantly told is too low for MSTP. I fought as hard as I could to hang in there, and with a lot of help, I am SO happy to make it to the other side!
So, the story: I was sitting in bed, as it was early in the morning on the national deadline day (April 30, a Saturday this year) for applicants with multiple acceptances. I knew I was very high on the waitlist, but I wasn't actually expecting anything to happen this day since the deadline technically was extended to the next business day. But my phone rings, and I see the area code and city name of my #1 choice. My heart instantly skips a beat.
I answer, my voice shaking just a little. "Hi, starfun21. This is Dr. X with the Y MSTP." Of course, at this point, I instantly know why she's calling. So I start sobbing. Not even like an adorable little bit of tearing up -- I mean like a full-blown, audible cry. "How are you today?" She asks. Like an idiot, I babble back, "G-g-g-g-g-g-ood" amidst a million ugly tears.
The director starts laughing at me, likely to get me to stop crying. She keeps trying to distract me with information and next steps, but I totally can't understand her and stupidly ask, "i-i-i-is this all going to be in an email?"
After pulling myself sort of together, I thanked the director a million times and told her that I love her and I love everything and everything is the best!!! (Yep, I later apologized for all of this in the email to confirm my acceptance -- "Thank you very much for this incredible honor, and sorry for crying so loudly into your ear!")
I video called my dad afterwards, sobbing. He figures I'm experiencing a health crisis, so he starts panicking and asking what's wrong. I finally force out the news. He cries, which is pretty much an unheard of response for him. Emailed my pre-med advisor, and he immediately responded, "HOT DOG!!!!!!" which caused me to fall over laughing. Emailed and called pretty much the rest of the world, too, ha. My friends rushed over, took me out for copious amounts of ice cream, and I spent the entire final exam weekend shaking, crying, and feeling like the most fortunate person in the entire world.
I really can't express how grateful I am to be in this position. I hope it will happen to every single person reading this!! Hugs to all, and best of luck!