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Medical School Admission Analysis

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I was glad to see the summer finally end and my final year of college begin. As my senior year began, I had so many questions and so few answers.
On the first day of classes, I saw Lori again, and at least for a brief moment, the world seemed to make sense. It was obvious from our first conversation she spent the summer doing some thinking of her own. She shared many of my frustrations and uncertainties.
The first item on the agenda in my senior year was sending out my applications to medical school. I thought about my meeting with Father Flecker all summer, and I was looking forward to the day when I could show him my letter of acceptance to medical school.
Completing each of the individual applications was time-consuming and expensive. …show more content…

Totally aware of what I was doing, I began to build a psychological wall around myself, and at least on the issue of medical school, the sign on the wall read, "No Visitors!"
With each succeeding letter of rejection, I wrote a follow-up letter to the appropriate medical school, requesting a review of my application and the opportunity to meet with representatives of the admissions committee to discuss my application. As before, I received prompt replies from each medical school, informing me my application was once again reviewed, the decision on my application was unchanged, and interviews were by invitation only.
With each new letter from a medical school, I felt more helpless. Because I received all my rejection letters early in the school year and a few months still remained before the application deadline for most medical colleges, I decided to apply to an additional number of …show more content…

My agony was prolonged, savings were further depleted, and misconceptions about southern and western medical schools were corrected. Of considerable less utility was the fact I was once again rejected from all of the schools to which I had applied.
It's amazing how everyone always seems to have the perfect solutions to everyone else's problems. Hearing of my difficulty getting into medical school, friends, neighbors, and complete strangers advised me to do everything other than the one thing I wanted to do.
These people advised me to go away to a foreign medical school, go into osteopathy or chiropractic, and even have my congressman or family doctor “pull some strings” to get me into medical school via some alternate admissions route. All of the suggestions were well-intended, but they were all unacceptable alternatives.
While I continued to set new world land speed records for medical school rejections, other students in my class were beginning to receive their letters of acceptance into medical school. If being rejected was difficult to accept, watching certain students flaunt their acceptance letters was

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