I will be going to medical school.
It feels great to type that. I recently heard back from my first interview and was granted an acceptance. I was also accepted at my second interview.
All the hard work, the long hours studying in undergrad, the revisions of the personal statement, the tedious application process and the nerve wracking interviews, well, it’s all starting to pay off.
Not that the work was not rewarding itself at times, but ultimately the purose was to get into med school. And I have accomplished that goal.
Unfortunately I have had little time to reflect. I’ve had three interviews in as many weeks. Sandwhiched in between has been 12 hour scribe shifts, Christmas parties, family problems and flight delays. Last week I came home from an interview at 11PM Friday night, worked at 6:30AM the next day, then worked a string of 12 hour shifts until Wed when I left for another interview. I finally made it home yesterday.
I’m tired and looking forward to a break.
But I made it into med school. And that is awesome.