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Yesterday, I received a call from the Dean of my #1 school, the school I'd hoped for, the school I'd spent years planning around, the school that crushed me when they put me on their waitlist, that my number had come up and I was in.
I got this after applying to 14 schools, culminating in 11 rejections (one post interview) and 3 waitlists.
After a lifetime of grade grubbing and butt kissing.
After hundreds of dollars and as many hours filling out applications, secondaries, and traveling to interviews.
After becoming so discouraged when no one wanted to interview me after November that I hired a consultant to do mock interviews with me.
After she advised me to get more clinical experience, in any field, as long as it's a health care setting, and so I shadowed a local podiatrist.
After he convinced me to send in my pod school application, even though it was really late in the cycle.
After being accepted to every pod school I applied to.
After I did such a thorough job convincing my parents that podiatry is just as great a career as "real medicine," if not a better one, that I even convinced myself.
After I became so disillusioned with school in general since my entire undergraduate career was nothing but A's and that wasn't enough to get me into med school.
After I stopped caring about my grades to the point that I aimed for straight C's this past semester and even sent a harshly critical e-mail to one of my profs for being a lazy teacher (who by the way is affiliated with the above mentioned school).
After all this, a year long nightmare, I got a call from the dean of my dream medical school, my top pick, and I'm in.
And you know what? I told him to suck my fat one.
DPM, FTW!
I got this after applying to 14 schools, culminating in 11 rejections (one post interview) and 3 waitlists.
After a lifetime of grade grubbing and butt kissing.
After hundreds of dollars and as many hours filling out applications, secondaries, and traveling to interviews.
After becoming so discouraged when no one wanted to interview me after November that I hired a consultant to do mock interviews with me.
After she advised me to get more clinical experience, in any field, as long as it's a health care setting, and so I shadowed a local podiatrist.
After he convinced me to send in my pod school application, even though it was really late in the cycle.
After being accepted to every pod school I applied to.
After I did such a thorough job convincing my parents that podiatry is just as great a career as "real medicine," if not a better one, that I even convinced myself.
After I became so disillusioned with school in general since my entire undergraduate career was nothing but A's and that wasn't enough to get me into med school.
After I stopped caring about my grades to the point that I aimed for straight C's this past semester and even sent a harshly critical e-mail to one of my profs for being a lazy teacher (who by the way is affiliated with the above mentioned school).
After all this, a year long nightmare, I got a call from the dean of my dream medical school, my top pick, and I'm in.
And you know what? I told him to suck my fat one.
DPM, FTW!