I may have failed Medical School, but I worked as hard as any of my peers. I had dreamt about being a doctor since I was thirteen. In high school, all of my friends knew that was my life plan and everyone assumed I would succeed because I was smart, determined, and not to mention, hard-working. I therefor focused on checking all of the little boxes to make my dream a reality:
Honor’s Level GPA? Check!
Volunteer experience? Check!
American Medical Student Association Chair? Check!
Laboratory experience? Check!
Average AF MCAT score? Check!
I doubt you even want to know the details, but I was a perfectionist, to say the least, and my pre-med resume was beautiful. I ended up applying to 14 schools, getting interviewed by four of them, and accepted outright by what could have been my alma mater, if only I tried harder. My post about how I got into medical school can be reached here.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be. – Douglas Adams