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After thinking about it for a few days, I decided, that I had nothing to lose. I was finishing up grad school, putting the final touches on my master’s thesis, starting wedding plans and interviewing jobs. In full suit and tie and 15 minutes early, I was once again reminded of how “competitive” entrance to medical school was.
Compared to my medical school interviews, the job interviews were elaborate, roll-out-the-red-carpet affairs. My only thought when I left was, what a waste of time. It was scheduled for 12 noon, but as it turns out, I had a meeting with my thesis advisor at .
We went through the whole process of applying, starting, doing the pre-clinical years, and all of his third year together.
At the beginning of his fourth year, I moved four states away so that I could start medical school.
During this time every month, I would get a single page letter from this medical school saying I was on the “waiting list.” That’s nice, I would say, then I would proceed to tear up the letter.
I sit here on a Sunday night typing this story, wondering if I really do see the light at the end of the tunnel or if I am just continuously playing some twisted waiting game.