Why My Blog Sucks

For the past couple of months, my blog has been sucking. To put it nicely. I never post, and when I do, it's really stuff that wasn't worthy of the time it took me to type. Today's entry will probably be no exception, but I wanted to make my excuse now, because it will soon be over.

You see, I want to go to medical school. I was one of those people that you see in Barnes & Noble with stacks of books and papers splayed out all over a cafe table drinking Starbucks and eating espresso brownies. The first time I applied, that was me. Studying non-stop, sleeping never, and coming as close as is humanly possible for an 18-year-old to having an ulcer. Needless to say, the first time I applied, I was not accepted. My grades were pretty average, my MCAT score was pretty average, and my participation in anything extracurricular was pretty below average (I was too busy caffeinating myself to death.) And I was 18 years old which may have played a part. That whole Doogie Howser thing doesn't happen all the time. They like mature, well-adjusted, blah blah blah applicants.

So, I went on and got my Master's degree in Public Health. It was something that I thoroughly enjoyed. I did exceptionally well, I was insanely involved in extracurriculars, and I had aged a year. The problem was the pre-med advisor at my school. I turned all my materials in to her, she was supposed to write me a letter and send said materials off, and that would be it. Instead, she decided not to send them. She told me she sent them. But she must have said this while wearing five-alarm fire pants. Big fat liar. Sooo, I finally figured out that none of my materials had been sent, spoke to her again, she admitted to them having never been sent, and sent them. A month past the deadline. So, I say that I've applied to med school twice before (since I've had to pay to apply that many times) but I'm pretty sure that second time didn't count since none of my applications met the deadline. I wanted this woman destroyed. I wanted to kill her. But my mother was very much into this whole zen "don't burn your bridges" thing, so I didn't. Although I'm pretty sure I just wanted her gone. No bridges need be harmed in the process. Unless she's standing on one at the time. But we're past that now.

So here we are. 3rd time's a charm. I have to get that horrible woman to write me another letter and send all my stuff off again. I am re-taking the MCAT. Which is a horrific 9-hour exam that covers every scientific topic that I probably never had that great of a grasp on anyway. They make sure to screw you out of any possibility of doing well. If you're good at biology (like me) don't worry, they'll be sure to bring your score down by including organic chemistry in the same section. Like inorganic chem? Hope you can do physics at the same time, because they too are scored together. My only salvation lies in the verbal reasoning section, but of course, the med schools examine the subsections seperately because apparently science is important. Blah.

Sooo, the MCAT is August 19th. Which is why my life has been crap. All day every day I'm either working or studying. Non-stop. But it's going to be over soon. I can go back to socializing with my friends (which means more fun stories for you guys), I can go back to reading books (so maybe my mind will start working again and I can go back to forming coherent thoughts), and I can go back to sleeping (instead of staying up all night going over formulas in my head.) MCAT and then I'm taking a week of vacation. And I can not begin to tell you how excited I am.

Fingers crossed people. I'll update you when it's over. :)