Problem one: GPA, GPA, GPA.
Problem two: 'Poor' interview skills. To clarify, a rational discussion of how you decided to become a doc is
not what ADCOMs want to hear. They want you to
jump around like a crazy person, because that makes you a better doc. Yeah.
i love your problem two. its perfect. i felt the same way after i interviewed. it seems that to have anything other than some sort of epiphany-like moment is not good enough. i slowly came to the idea of being a doctor despite it being in the back of my mind since i was in high school. and to be honest, i don't get "excited" about things i haven't been through before. i think i would love being a doctor and it would be an absolutely rewarding career, but until i'm there i won't know for sure. i'm completely commited to the path i have chosen, but i don't think admissions committee's can understand this. but i don't want to BS people about how "i'm so totally EXCITED"- i'm too honest... and it probably costs me. i didn't get in last year and am reapplying, but i'm not going to jump through hoops this time either. at least i have my dignity.
Sinatra sums it up: "My Way"
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!