Getting into Medical School, aka Holy of Holies (the F-1 version)

My adventures as an international student trying to get into a US medical school as a prestigious MSI student!

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I am a 22 yr old Foreign lady trying to get into an American med school. The journey has been "rough" to say the least. So join the band wagon and let's see if they think I'm good enough to become a doctor. I hope my story encourages someone, maybe you. Not necessarily to become a doctor, but just to follow your dream. Leave your comments as you read...I thrive on feedback. And if this is your first time here, catch up on what you missed, cus every post IS important...well almost all. So forget that board meeting(at your own risk) or skip that class (again at your own risk) and lose yourself in my archives. REMEMBER: "If it aint ROUGH, it aint RIGHT" - Richard Hamilton, Detroit Pistons Guard

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

This Crayfish is officially Bent

(Forgot to mention earlier before I started ranting...thanksgiving was awesome and very relaxing...was asleep 70% of the time lol)

I'm back but at the same time I'm not. I don't exactly have a post planned....more like a rant. Where do I start?

I have what could be a very stressful interview coming up on Friday. From my research the school is big on ethics and healthcare issues so I kinda have to be ready to dish out ways to improve the US healthcare system in a heartbeat. I've uprooted my medical ethics book from freshman year and I've been digesting as much of this whole health care policy blah blah as possible. Can I just say the junk is complicated and boring as hell, but at thesame time mildly interesting. MILDLY. Medicare, medicaid, HMO, socialized medicine, single-payer system...the list is endless, the only thing I know is that whatever policy the US has, it makes me darn scared to fall sick because insurance companies are just trying to pay their employees and make a profit...they don't give two about me and you. Now I have to find a way to say that professionally...

I've also spent the last few weeks writing letters to the school that placed me on hold and one of the ones I interviewed at. Pretty much I've been doing some major sucking up. So major that I'm embarassed to read the letters over for fear of completely disgusting myself...but like my people say, "Na condition wey make crayfish bend", I'm bent twice over right now...

Then there are my kids taking their exams in January...we did a practice test this week and let's just say we have about 10 sessions to improve their score by at least 300...

Then there's work...

Then there's my other interview next week...

Then the deafening silence from just about all the other medical schools, can I just get a "hello"?...

I'm down under right now but gradually trying to crawl out...I say we do something fun and only loosely career related next, whenever that is...

Oh by the way...did you know that a South African, Christiaan Barnard, (yeah yeah, he's probably originally British or something but he's from South Africa) was the first doctor to perform a heart transplant, the patient only lived for about 18 days after the surgery(rejection issues) but apparently it still counts - See, I told you I've been reading.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I'm off for a much needed vacation I will most likely not be posting anything. HAPPY TURKEY DAY and to some of us it's just a very long weekend.

Back home, thanksgiving is also a once a year ceremony, but it entails wearing your best outfit for a very long service in church and donating most of your paycheck to one or all of the twenty offerings they collected that day. But that would be the parents problem. I only remember being very hungry and waiting for the service to end (didn't they just have an offering for the mothers? Oh this one is for the mothers with kids, who woulda thought) not being any where close to thankful. But now I know better.

I'm thankful for family, friends, the wonderful and encouraging comments you all leave, a regular paycheck, not having to make cheeseburgers to get the regular paycheck, where I am in the application process so far and finally, for a very work free weekend!

It might be hard, but I'm sure you can find something to be thankful for. I personally feel like I should have more interviews or an acceptance by now, I haven't heard anything in two long weeks, but then I know it could be worse...


Sunday, November 19, 2006


Pardon the cliche title, it's not me, it's Thoureau.

I was in Harlem, NY this weekend and I couldn't help but laugh as I thought of how the US media never let this image of America get beyond the country's borders. Thesame way they never let the images of the modern African cities get into their country. No point screwing up well-established stereotypes right? So just as I wish every American will visit one of the many non-Serengetti/Safari settings in Africa and finally realize that we don't compete with a pride of lions for seats on our public buses, I also wish every African child will pay a short visit to two locations in the US. To Harlem, to convince themselves that America wasn't flowing with milk 'n' cookies like they made us believe, followed by another short visit to Toys 'r' us to grab as much of the available milk 'n' cookies their little hands could carry before the clock struck midnight and they were back in their conventional existence. If only wishes were horses....

If they were, I would have followed lil john's orders, snapped ma faingazzz, and would have had the pick of the litter when it came time to find a job after graduation. If only.

The time is Fall 2005, I had made the decision to wait a year after graduation before applying to medical school and the need to find something to do during this year was vividly apparent. I had visited our Strictly-for-Engineers career fair, just to fulfil all righteousness, sent my resume to many Monsters and Career-Builders hoping they could at least find one monstrous(in a good way) company that will choose to help me build a career. It was still early, about seven months until graduation so all I could do was wait. Which I have never really been good at. Honestly speaking though, I really didn't want the high paying corporate job. I needed to improve my med school application. I already had corporate and research experience. But could always use more research. So during this 'wait' I spoke to "Smart-one", an active member of the "SCCI", who had just started med school at this point. She suggested it would be a good idea for me to come over to her school for a year and do some research, we could live together...blah blah blah. Pretty logical suggestion in theory...but this was one of the top ten medical schools we were talking about, Ivy League and everything and I was the girl in a school no one had ever heard about who had no connections what so ever to any high caliber institution, who had done nothing significantly eye opening, who had...who hadn't....who had...the list was endless. But that also meant I had nothing to lose. I asked her to help me talk to some of her professors and find out if they were interested in taking in someone for a year or so. No problem she was on it. So again I waited.

It must have been two weeks since our conversation and no news. It began to hit me that I had just asked a first-year med student to add me to her already overflowing schedule and find time to run around and help me look for a job. Maybe not so logical. I was getting tired of sitting around anyways so I went on the web and got on her school's web page to look for successful research professors. Successful in this context meaning they had numerous and recent publications. I found a few and proceeded to put together the history of my life in form of a very long email, along with almost every award I had ever won and sent it to these professors. Only one of them replied. A lady. Told me she really enjoyed reading my letter and there was an intsy-bitsy chance she might be able to accomodate me. I will know later in the year if she can. NICE!

Well kinda. "Intsy-bitsy" wasn't exactly comforting and to make matters worse she wanted a letter of Reference from Dr.K! I had promised myself I wasn't going to go back to this guy for anything cus I wasn't even sure what he felt about me. But it seemed I had no choice. (You can imagine my surprise when she sent me an email telling me she got a beautiful letter from Dr.K...I'm thinking "REALLY"?) By early this year after numerous email and phone tags I had not heard a final word. Last time I spoke to her, she was concerned that one year would not be enough time for me to learn all the new techniques in the lab. And that my med school interviews would be a distraction. I wanted to tell her that as it stood, the chances of my application getting me any interviews were pretty slim so she would not have to worry about it. But who wants to hire a pessimist? I gave her a long spiel about how I was a fast learner and how I would plan my interviews so it did not interfere much with work. I pretty much begged this lady with everything I had in me. She still wasn't sure she was going to have room in her lab to accomodate me.

So with no confirmation, I started spreading my roots to other schools. The first email seemed to have worked once so I just changed a few words, made sure I had the names right, didn't want to send Prof.A an email calling him/her Prof. B and then sent my life history to all the coasts of the US. A few replied, many saying they didn't have enough money, no space, their lab was moving to another location, contact them later, what the heck did I think I was doing contacting them directly? etc. Only one interview came out of the whole process. But by March, 2 months before grad, still nothing. "Freaking out" does not even begin to describe my situation. At this point, most of my engineer buddies had jobs or were interviewing at numerous places. Once again, I scolded myself for not becoming an engineer or at least going to a less engineering focussed school. No point crying over spilled milk at this point, but I did anyways. I remember saying my prayers before I went to bed a few nights after this and sobbing my heart out to GOD. I was scared everyone in the SCCI was right. That I should have applied with my subpar score anyways and gone to whichever "We-barely-got-our-accreditation-to-teach-medicine" school accepted me. That I was going to have to take a job in McDonald's or a mall somewhere after 5 years in college to pay for my applications and do nothing to improve my application. I still wasn't even sure I wanted to take the MCAT a third time, I had been studying all year, just in case, but I really didn't feel like going through the torture. Things were a huge mess and I had personally architectured every bit of it.

BUT He sees all our tears and He hurts when we hurt. I can't write a better ending to this story even if I made it up.


I don't remember if it was the next day after I bore my soul out to Him, or the end of the week. But I know it was spookily close. On Friday, March 24, 2006, 6:43pm, 37 days left on the countdown calendar till graduation, I was in our computer labs working on some of my last acts in college, when I received the first of the emails that would change my life forever.

Dear Abbey,
     I have finally settled the arrangements with various undergraduates
who will be working in my lab starting in the summer. I am pleased to tell
you that we could accommodate you for the year that you would like to work
at Ivy League Que. You would be assisting two postdoctoral level people,
who work on very different projects both involving....blah blah.
I apologize that it has taken so long for me to work things out. My
finances were unclear because of recent problems in our business office,
and - as I mentioned before - I had to wait for people already in the lab
to make decisions about what they would be doing.
Please let me know what you would like to do. As I recall, you said
you would like to start sometime in May, which would be fine with us.
Sincerely, Pof. Cee
It was from the lady I had contacted at "Smart-one's" school. I didn't know what to do when I finished reading the email. Am I supposed to scream, laugh, cry...what? I just stared at the words reading them over and over again...picked up the phone and called the "Speaker of the House" to share the news. It was official. I wasn't going to culminate my college career as a member of the Ron McDonald team.

When it rains though, it usually pours.

Two weeks before graduation, early in the morning while getting ready to go to class, I got a call from a weird number. It was from a biotech company offering me a summer internship writing user manuals and experimental reports for them. It was going to pay about 150% more than my research job and it was something I had never done before. Apparently I had submitted my resume to them at our career fair in February, couldn't even remember. I shook my head as I listened to the guy. Where were they when I was almost pulling my hair out last month? It was a great offer but then what would happen after the summer? And how well will this position help my med school application? After a few days of consideration, I took the research job and politely declined their offer. I started work this June on my birthday :)

By the way, would you believe that the research job I got was with Ivy League Que? Remember that was the same school Dr.K asked about when I told him my second MCAT score? I am going to be around the KYDU area for an Interview in December and I plan to stop by his office and finally give him that big hug I always wanted to give last year(then deal with the awkwardness the hug will create later). I won't be surprised if I go up to his office and find out he never even existed, it would support my growing theory that this guy was some kind of angel GOD sent to prepare me for the rest of my life!

But for now I'm the little African kid in the Toys 'r' us watching the clock fervently and hoping I have enough time to not only grab as many "My Little Ponys"(or what is it the kids play with nowadays?) as I can but also soak up as much of the whole experience as possible before the clock strikes May '07 and I'm off to God only Knows.

This was a long and hopefully not too boring post. I had a hard time making it funny cus all the emotions are still pretty fresh. I know what I've been through is nothing compared to some other stories out there and I would love to hear any interesting/inspiring career related stories you have. So please share!

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams, and live the life you have imagined" - Henry David Thoureau

Tuesday, November 14, 2006


Thank you all for the interesting comments, I had fun reading them...Like gramps said, (it feels funny quoting all these weird names, lol) everything one does there is a risk and I really understand that. My first thought when I tried to answer the question though was that my life was more important to me than any patient's life. I aint JESUS so I have no obligation to die/risk my life for someone. Even if I did, what would happen afterwards? If I made any significant contribution to the medical world, all I'll get is some foundation or some room in a hospital named after me...but the point is I will still be dead and nothing will change that!

Thinking deeper about it though, a friend who went to a country in West Africa to do some AIDS research told me that if anyone with HIV needed to get any kind of surgery, he/she was rejected by the Federal Govt Hospitals which were the only ones that even had the facilities to perform any sort of surgery. This sort of puts things into perspective as per how one would feel if you were just condemned to die regardless as to how much any doctor can do to prolong your life. We won't even get to how blatantly discriminating this policy is. Also, like ogizzle and medstudent implied, it seems the whole medical training process sort of molds you to put your patients first and think about even your own safety last, kinda like a fire fighter that runs into the burning building when everyone is running out-not very logical to the common man but makes complete sense to them.

Here are some links I found on the topic:

Scalpel Free Surgeries?

Maybe Doctor's Actually don't have a choice in the issue

On the topic of worst medical experiences, mine will have to be this summer when I got sick and got really paranoid, thanks to google, as to what I might have. My then uninsured behind after consulting with all the medical students and quack doctors I knew decided to go to the occupational health center of the hospital I volunteer at to confirm my differential diagnosis of measles. Immediately I even let the physician assistant know that I thought it was the case of the "M" Word she yelled at me like I had just stepped on her toes with 4-inch stilettos! She even went ahead to let me know that if I was as paraniod as I was, I had no place working in a hospital! Geez can you allow a sister express her fears to a health care professional!! I know its free but...To make matters worse, we weren't even in private, we were just off in some corner of the waiting room when all this happened so like ten people witnessed my gross embarassment! Worst hospital experience till date, bar none.

Anyways, the whole post was inspired by some reading I had been doing trying to catch up on some of the hot topics in medical ethics for my interviews. I stumbled on so many more that I would ask your opinions on in the near future since I have such an enlightened readership.


In ER news, can I just say I finally found out what it felt like to want to pass out, puke and attend to acute onset diarrhea all at once!

This little girl came in with her mum with a pretty deep cut on her leg. After the endless waiting characteristic of the average ER visit, it was finally time to get her stiched up. The Resident I was shadowing (a very hot one by the way) called me to tag along with him. It was just going to be stitches, nothing very ERish or GREYish but we all start somewhere don't we? Only last week, I missed the chance to see a tonsil abscess (pus in the tonsil) get drained, but apparently GOD knew what he was doing. (PS all I do each weekend is prostitute myself infront of the patient white board where all the doctor's hang out and wait till the highest bidder calls me's called Volunteering lol, cus I don't take cash. I get paid in a different currency-Surgical Procedures). Anyways back to the main story...

So I follow "Resident Hottie" to the patient's room, the wound gets numbed up using saline solution(i think?), no noise from the little girl, wow she's strong. At this point her mom says she can't watch anymore. I'm thinking whatever it can't be that bad, I have seen worse. I had watched my hand being sewed up when I was only about 11 , I had dissected a dead cat for a whole year in undergrad anatomy without flinching, and I sewed up a frog or two last summer after robbing her of her eggs. I was ready to take over the world. At this point "Resident Hottie" pulls out the needle *Insert action music here and play in slow motion* and gives the wound the first stab.

*Dang, he's poking the wound with a needle, nah think of it as broken skin and wow! she's not even moving...did I mention anesthesia was God's gift to medicine already? the darn thing works like a charm, no wonder those anaesthesiologists get hooked on their own stuff...*

At this point everything is going well, he puts in about 5 stitches then proceeds to take out the first and try to redo it. Apparently it was too loose. He tries to take the needle via thesame route as before and this is where the blood and all kinds of juices start flowing out of the wound. He tries once, and then twice...I just feel like yelling at him right now to get it over and done with! The blood was draining from my brain now and flowing in the general direction of my legs, but we were almost done, it would be over soon.

*Ahhh finally the stitches are in...wait what is he doing again...?*

He then decides to flip all the stictches across so that all the knots are on one side of the wound. Docs or med students out there, is there any medical basis for this or is this strictly for aesthetic value? This he just did by grabbing each knot and pulling it across to the other side, each time pulling up the wound (I mean, broken skin) along with it.. More juices are flowing out of the wound at this point. Could this really be over already!

*Hmm is it just me or is the room spinning*

Apparently, unbeknownst to me, the end point of this titration had long been reached, every extra minute I stayed in there was just adding excess acid to the solution.

I try to reach and hold on to something, nothing in sight.

*Must hold up and be strong, Its just broken skin...broken skin...broken skin...must show them I'm ready for medical school, must, must, must...*

At this point I'm puking in my throat, my head is feeling very light, and certain unknown fluids are threatening to burst out of my front and rear body openings. The room was still spinning. I was sweating like a goat. I found the door handle, tried to look strong as I walked out of the room. Still wasn't any better. For the first time in my entire life, I felt a pressing need to pass out and wake up when everything was over. The whole ER was spinning at this point as I tried to put one foot infront of the other and look for the closest empty bed. I found one in the hallway. I tried to sit down upright for a second but eventually just crashed unto the bed. It took me about 15 mins to get back to a fraction of my normal self. Resident Hottie had passed by once (or was it twice?) at this point and didn't even ask me why I left the room prematurely, I tried to explain the first time but words failed me. Eventually I regained proper use of my locomotory and verbal skills and went back to the patient white board area. Found "Resident Hottie" and proceeded to explain what happened and how I needed to take a quick break and eat some dinner..

"Sure no problem, don't worry it happens to all of us, you should be better after dinner"

I thanked him and as I left, I imagined him telling the other docs about how I had almost passed out over just a few stitches, and them having a good laugh about it. That's OK though, they could use good laugh every now and then. I still can't imagine if I had been in the room when they were draining the tonsil abscess, immediately I saw the pus coming out of the patient's mouth I would probably have been gone. Apparently one has to be gradually eased into these things.

As I walked out the ER to get my dinner, I remembered what I had gotten from the cafeteria earlier, it was pasta and RED tomato sauce plus a quarter piece of chicken, white meat....chicken...wasn't that what Cristina got Burke to practice his stitches on?
I could feel the nausea returning at this was going to be a very interesting meal.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


You are a surgeon, a trauma patient is brought in by ambulance and you are paged to the ER. An invasive surgery is needed to save the patient's life. For this surgery, like all others, there is a chance that you might be cut by your scalpel or pricked by a needle. All they know about your patient is that he is a gay, heroin addict. High risk to be HIV positive, no time to must start surgery remember the Hippocratic Oath you took..."First do no harm" but in this case do no harm to who? Yourself or the patient?

-Not operate?
-Why or why not?

What was the worst experience you've had at the doctor's? What were your expectations and what do you wish could be adjusted at your location's health care system? Health Insurance, etc. Please let me know the country you are posting from to put it in perspective.


I won't be posting for a week or so cus I want everyone to contribute...I mean everyone...Bijoux, Bella Naija, Naija Bloke, Aunty, Overwhelmed, Biodun, Camel Milk, Arturo, Anonymous, First timers....EVERYONE. If you have to think about it for a few days then come back, do so but your input is valued greatly, can't wait to hear your comments...

Forgot to add another interview on Monday Boston. So, so far:
6-interview invites
10-no news
When next you talk to GOD...say a little thank-you for me!! And thank-you for all the comforting comments and emails!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

The Week from Hell

(Details have been slightly modified and technicalities reduced significantly)

Interviewer: So are you still at school XXX? Your recommender only stated here that you were going to be there for 2 months

*Dang can we at least sit down before you start drilling me?*

Me: Yes I am, I think she meant I had only been there 2 months before she wrote the recommendation...probably a miscommunication, because I'm going to be there till next year

Interviewer: So tell me about your research at school XXX?

*Nice, familiar turf*

Me: Well I work on these special RNAs that modify other RNAs in a certain part of the cell. Trying to figure out the exact sequence for transporting them to the locations where the function by....

Interviewer: Exactly what kind of modifications do they carry out....

*Oh $#*!, I don't remember!!! maybe this turf isn't that familiar...oh well you gotta say something...*

Me: They modify the 3' end to ensure stability of the RNAs

*Don't ask anything else on this....please....*

Interviewer: So what is the point of this research anyways...?

*Dang he's questioning the source of my daily bread and my boss' entire life. Hmmm...Dr.K said all doctors need to hear is the name of a disease, what was the name of that disease again....*

Me: Disease ZZZ results from improper localization of the RNAs to their cell location so proper characterization of the localization pathway will....

*Geeez he's writing that down....or was it Disease XXX, if he verifies it I'm toast*

Interviewer: So is this disease at the mRNA level or the protein level?

*Dang this is not my PhD thesis, I'm just the assistant chef, I don't know all these details...but it's usually at the protein level so we'll go with that, throw in some technical terms while you're at it...always works*

Me: At the protein level. My RNA requires certain protein factors like dyskerin to bind to it before it can modify the other mRNAs. Without these modifications, the wrong proteins will be translated due to exonuclease activity...

*Oh $#*t, he's writing it down too....I'm SO done...anyways I still have school YYY to interview at right? hmm and maybe I shouldn't cancel that interview with that "We-want-you-to-pay-4years-in-advance school, I can probably cough up $200,000 if I really had to right?....*

Interviewer: So have you made any significant discoveries so far?

Welcome to the first five minutes of the interview I had last week. I don't think I have ever cursed that much in such a short period of time. In my defense, I had no idea I was going to be asked such specific questions about my research if not I would have read up more on it. Even at my first interview, all they wanted to know was general information about it but at this one, after I read my interviewers resume I realised I was going to be drilled. By then it was too late to even try to prepare myself. The guy had like 40 papers over the last few years and 10 more waiting to be published. The rest of the interview went better though...apart from me not being able to read any feedback from his face...he was even yawning during the interview...Thankfully the afternoon interview went extremely well and I felt good about my chances of getting in again...

Whatever happens though, it was a good experience, for 10 bucks extra I rented this really sweet black mazda6 and gunned those cylinders all the way up for the interview and back. And now I also know what kind of questions I will be asked on my research at other interviews, especially for my next one which is really research oriented. The only downside of the whole thing was how sick-ish and sleepy I felt for the next 24 hours. I had ingested way too much caffeine during the trip and had too little sleep.

I got back home at about midnight on my interview day and decided to check my email before I crashed. Laying there was an email from one of my top choice schools...they had put me on hold before interview. What the heck was that supposed to mean? I had heard of being waitlisted after an interview but not on hold before the interview itself. After some research, I realized it was a classic case of "Show-us-how-badly-you-want-this". Apparently the three essays I wrote didn't quite capture this. Now I need to write another one letting them know that life, as I know it, will come to a screeching halt if I don't get interviewed by them. A beggar has no choice, until I get my first acceptance at a school I really want to attend, then I have to jump every time I'm told to. Apparently though, there was worse news to come.

On Wednesday, 7:00 pm a few hours short of 24 hrs since I got the "hold", I got another rejection in my email. To make matters worse, they sent me on a scavenger hunt to find the rejection letter. The email read:

"Your application status has been updated on our page, please log in to your account to read the details of the update"

I wicked is that? They let your heart beat insanely for like two minutes and at thesame time you still have to scan through the 20 or so different userid and passwds in your head for the right one to access your account with. After I eventually logged on, the message was not even there...I had to comb through the numerous links and click the right one again. And then there it was.

At this point we will not be able to process your application further. Your account with us will be disabled and you will be wiped off from our memories for life. In case you didn't understand the last sentence, it means...YOU DON'T EXIST TO US ANYMORE.

But no...this doesn't mean you don't have what it takes to be a doctor, no such thing! It just means you don't have what it takes to be a doctor at our very prestigious institution. So don't kill yourself, everything will be OK.

Admissions Committee

OK so I got rejected...painful but I don't expect to be accepted at every school I apply to. The only thing that made this rejection different was that unlike VANDY where I had not even filled out a secondary, for this one, I had done so and written two painful essays on very random, open-ended questions for that matter. The worst blow of all was the school the rejection was from. KYDU people, K-freaking-Y-D-U!!! Apparently, all the research I did with them had come to naught. I had been dealt a triple hit combo in the space of 24 hours.

All this happened while I was on the phone with one of the members of my Senate Committee on Career Issues but she was discussing some of her own career issues at this point so I didn't feel the need to burden her with the developing story. So I couldn't even verbalize any of the things going through my head at this point. Immediately I got done with her, I called one of the other members of the committee and let it all out. No I didn't cry, didn't even come close...but it was awesomely painful. I went to bed that night just praying to GOD for one piece of good news...just one...but it was Thursday though, the week was almost over.

Thursday night...fell asleep on the lazy boy until my roommate got back and decided to tickle me out of my sleep. I would ordinarily be monumentally upset for someone waking me up from my beautiful-much-needed-albeit-quite-uncomfortable sleep but after a failed attempt at retailiation, I did the only logical thing I could think of-checked my email.

At 11:52pm, 11/02/06... 24 hours after begging GOD to give me something to sing about this week, I got an email from another top 20 school inviting me to interview with them!!

Someone might be thinking that OK, these are just interviews not acceptances so why the hullaballo...well here are some figures from one of these schools

Number of Applicants: 4000
Number of Applicants Interviewed:627
Number of Students Accepted: 260

So there is higher than a 1 in 3 chance of getting in at most places you interview! And if you interview at 5 or more schools(unverified stats)...chances are you are definitely getting in somewhere.

By the way the
"We-want-you-to-pay-4years-in-advance school was Saint Louis University and I eventually cancelled my interview and withdrew my application. There was really no point. They didn't even offer any loans or financial aid to international students. (These few sentences do not capture the depth of thought and fidgeting that went into making this decision) If these were corporate or PhD interviews where everything was paid for, I would have gladly gone to see St.Louis and gain the interview experience but it wasn't worth the stress and money. To make matters worse, about a week ago, msn listed St.Louis as the most dangerous city in the US. And here I was thinking ABBEYVILLE held that title!

The week from Hell was now officially from Heaven.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

And no I did not forget I have a blog which "millions" of you log on to daily to see if I have generated enough creativity to put up something new.

The good news is there's quite a bit to tell, I've been dealt with all kind of blows this week and I'm sure you're just dying to know where they landed.

The bad news is I'm so busy digesting the developments that I haven't generated enough creativity to make the story worth your while...I'm working on it...just a few more hours of sleep away...

Hang in There