The time for applying to residency has slowly arrived upon me, and application requires a series of preparations to be gotten in order. One of the more (for lack of a better word) “personal” aspects is the personal statement. One page, single-spaced is allotted for me to expound on who I am and what I would like to do.
I still remember applying to college and writing a personal statement. I wrote about the story of my grandparents and how it affected me and my worldview. When applying to medical school, I wrote about what I had learned in college and why I wanted to go into medicine. And now, seven years later, I have the joyous opportunity to talk further about myself.
However as each of these personal statement milestones come up, it’s a small pleasure to see that I have more to talk about each time. In high school, and even applying for medical school, one talks almost exclusively about what one hopes to accomplish. But now as I apply to residency, I am in the early stages of having a track record I can describe. My essays are now no longer exclusively about what I could accomplish, and some fraction is about what I have already accomplished.
As a medical student, the vast majority of my existence is about trying to soak up knowledge. It has been most of a decade on the bottom rung of the totem pole, and the opportunity to reflect on a few accomplishments, no matter how small they may be, are a welcome tilt in trajectory.