Holy cow! I got into Medical School!
As a veteran of the application and interview process, I did not have high hopes after my round of fall interviews. I knew that I had gotten wait-listed at two schools already. I was feeling pretty glum pre-holiday season because I was not looking forward to telling a plethora of family members that I was wait-listed yet again.
Then on December 12, (12/12/12 for those of you paying attention) I woke up in a really great mood. There was no reason for it, but I told everyone I saw that day that I was just in an awesome mood. Then, at 11:23 AM, I got the email that I had been hoping for for years. I re-read it approximately ten times before the meaning of the text sunk in. There was no, “we regret to inform you” or “thanks for your application but” anywhere in the email. I checked twice to make sure that it was really my name at the top. Then I screamed. Loudly. In my office.
After screaming, victory dancing in my office, and explaining to my worried co-workers why I was screaming like a crazy person, I promptly called and texted approximately every person I have ever met. My parents cried and my best friends jumped and down on street corners on my behalf. Hugs happened.
Then I had a realization. Everything I had done up until that point was suddenly worth it. The hours I had spent studying for the MCAT, the money I spent on primary and secondary applications, the tears I had shed during previous failed attempts, all of the hours I spent working, volunteering and multi-tasking to become an excellent applicant were all justified. I had achieved my goal!
So, if anywhere in the process, you find yourself burnt out, exhausted and wondering if any of this is worth it, imagine the day that you get your acceptance letter. Where will you be? Who will be the first person you call? How much of a jumping, screaming, excited mess will you turn into?