How did I get here? How did I manage to make my way through almost all four years of medical school? How is it possible that in just 239 days, I will officially become a doctor (albeit, one that still won’t know nearly enough to practice)?
I have grown so much as a person and a student over the past six years but I have to admit, there were many instances that I didn’t think I would make it through. But there were also many moments that defined my journey to becoming a medical student.
- There was that one time I was on the 63 bus from my college to the hospital I was volunteering at. I remember being a freshman in college and sitting on the bus on a gloomy Saturday morning en route to the nearest hospital. Every other student on my dorm floor was sleeping in from the previous night’s festivities. I had to go to bed early because I didn’t want to miss the only bus that morning. I remember thinking, “Is this really worth it? What is pushing around a cart of drinks going to do for me?” I was sad. But I pushed through those volunteering shifts. One of those shifts introduced me to a cancer-survivor who told me her story that eventually inspired my personal statement for medical school.
- There was that time I found out my MCAT score. I sat in my basement and cried to my then-long distance boyfriend that I would never make it into medical school. “No one accepts that score. It’s below average! I have to study again and I don’t think I’m going to make it.” I studied again and I did better.
- There was the time period where I worked a full-time third shift position, studied for the MCAT, and went through my biggest breakup. I slept 3 hours every morning after my shift. I pushed through class after class of my MCAT course on little-to-no sleep and no appetite because I was experiencing my worst bout of depression. I don’t remember much about those three months but I do remember getting through it. That experience helped me get through the tough moments in medical school when my emotions felt the need to take over.
- There was that one time I got my first acceptance letter. I found out I got accepted to my first school during the luncheon at another interview. My mom texted me a picture of the acceptance letter (because what mom doesn’t read through their child’s mail) and I cannot describe the feeling that everything that happened above, was absolutely worth it.
While these were the moments that defined my premedical journey, I hope to come back in a couple of months after graduation and write a post about the moments that defined my medical school journey. And there are definitely many!