Between working a number of shifts in the ED, prosecting, teaching Anatomy, and babysitting, I have not had a chance to sit down and update this blog. It may be due to the overnight shifts, which have been warping my sense of time, but I legitimately thought that we were at the end of October up until I resurfaced the other day to find out that it’s only mid-October! I guess with the on-going application cycle, it’s best to keep busy and not become obsessed with the intricate workings of medical school admissions.
A quick disclaimer, my short story is definitely not that great when compared to some of these seasoned writers. I wrote it about two years ago, and in retrospect, it definitely sounds “green” to me. If I had the chance to re-do it, I could probably come up with funnier material, especially with everything I’ve encountered as a scribe thus far. But I digress. Regardless of how funny (or not) my own story is, I can guarantee that it is part of a collection of amazing stories written from various perspectives. The best part is that 100% of the proceeds will be donated directed to “Deworm the World“, a charity hand-selected by Dr. Fizzy herself.
So, if you have a moment, check out the links above. Even if you’re not interested in the book itself, consider donating directly to the charity as all it takes is mere pennies to get the appropriate medication to these children who are riddled with parasitic infections.
“Today I am fortunate to have woken up, I am alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use all my energies to develop myself, to expand my heart out to others, to achieve enlightenment for the benefit of all beings, I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry or think badly about others, I am going to benefit others as much as I can.” – H.H. The 14th Dahlai Lama
One thing that I have been working on during my “gap year” is letting go of some of my fears and inhibitions. One in particular is the fear of asking for help. Growing up as a more independent individual, I have had trouble admitting that I was in need of assistance. Regardless of the situation, I often found myself burrowing into a deeper hole rather than reaching out for help. I was afraid to raise my hand in class and ask for clarification, afraid to reveal my worries to another, and afraid to simply say “I can’t do this alone”. I pretended that I had everything under control and maintained a pleasant facade to a point where no one could reach out to me.
“I push so hard that nobody pulls”
But you know what? It is okay to ask for help. There is no shame in asking multiple questions in class or going to office hours or even asking strangers for advice on applying to medical school. I would always shy away from this in fear of annoying someone or taking up someone’s time. But if there is someone who is placed in front of you as a resource, whether it be a professor or an advisor, there is absolutely no reason to apologize for asking for help. You just have to be willing to accept that helping hand.
For pre-meds: this Tuesday, April 29th, Accepted.com is holding a special webinar called “Create a Compelling AMCAS Application“. I don’t know about you, but regardless of all the research I have found and the advice I have been given, I am still wary of filing my application when May 1st comes rolling in. The session is only an hour long and you can listen to these tips in the comfort of your own home – how can you not benefit? So if you’re interested, register now and sign up for a spot – I’ve registered so you can best believe that I’ll be listening in as well!
Usually when there’s an exam around the corner, I churn out another blog post as a form of procrastination. However, my lab practicum tomorrow is on the human AND cat muscles and I have yet to master the inner-workings of Garfield. So to keep it short – I recently had the pleasure of doing an interview with Accepted.com regarding my ongoing journey towards medical school. I’m not going to lie, it contains more personal information rather than wisdom from a medical school applicant. However, I think it gives you a pretty solid view on why I am doing what I am doing. Feel free to check it out here. Or not. Regardless, enjoy this lovely comic. [:
I feel like this elicits a celebration of some sorts. Or even a well-worded speech. Unfortunately (or rather fortunately), I have to cut this post short as the MCAT is – not four, not three, but – TWO weeks aways. That’s fourteen days. That’s like, winter break in high school – and we all know how that flew by ever so quickly. I should stop now – I’m starting to hyperventilate.
In all seriousness though, it feels surreal. The MCAT has forever been a huge daunting tale that I never imagined I would one day actually meet in person. I know that there are still a lot more hoops to jump through before I become a doctor, let alone actually getting into medical school. But taking the MCAT is a huge first step in my books. So prayers, positive thoughts, all and everything are appreciated as I go into this for the first, and hopefully, last time. You will have my eternal gratitude and if I ever meet you in person, I’ll be sure to give you a high five.
“Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.”
It’s official! After 24+ hours of anxiety, constant clicking, and site crashing, I have finally registered for the MCAT. I have always avoided being a gunner, but I guess in cases like these, you got to be a little crazy to get what you want. Anyway, so this is really happening – the MCAT is not just a myth anymore. THIS is the real deal. Cue the introduction of the beast.
I have a physics test tomorrow. We’ve all been studying for it for far too long, as evidenced by the following story:
During a morning conversation with a few other postbacs about how screwed we all were, which somehow involved talking about someone’s dog, we got to talking about pets. A brilliant idea surfaced: We should get a postbac pet that can roam the halls of the continuing studies building (okay, perhaps not the best idea). We were talking about what we should name this hypothetical pet, and the thought suddenly popped into my head:
“We should get a cat and name it… <dramatic pause> M-Cat.” (aka medical college admissions test, for those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about)
My friends smiled, laughed a little, and moved on. I, however, could not. The idea of M-cat began to root itself in my…