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

Saturday, May 26, 2007

You really have no excuse now!

For anyone who thought it was too late to make that dream come true (CLICK)

Friday, May 18, 2007

I hear the sound...

Well it seems a lot can change in 24, stop, this is not permission for you to skip to the end of the post to figure it out.

I was getting ready for our weekly lab meeting and I remember walking to the room thinking that for the first time in my life I had no back-up plan. Normally, I would have at least two back-up jokers to pull out when the going gets rough but this time there were no options. Of course as I head to the meeting room I made sure my phone was in my pocket in the "silent" vibrate mode. (Post May 15th, your phone quickly becomes your best friend).

And unfortunately instead of paying attention to the meeting's speaker as I sat in the chilly conference room, I kept playing out likely outcomes of this application process in my mind and counting down the minutes till the meeting was over so I could rush to the computer, log on to SDN and figure out who else had been pulled off a waitlist.

The "silent" vibrate on my phone goes off and I get a few polite stares. Normally I would just silence it without looking at the number, but nothing has been normal since July 25th. I pull out the phone and try to figure out the weird area code. Hmmm doesn't look I step out of the room to pick it up.

Apparently this was the second before the second my life will be changed for good. Just like that the dean I had been writing to over the last few weeks was on the other side. For once he was looking for me and not the other way around. It felt weird. So this is what it feels like to actually get this loan cosigner bottle of water from the fountain of youth required...just show up cus we have a sit for you in our incoming class. I go back into the meeting room and as I get in I consider yelling to everyone that I just got into one of my top choice institutions, probably not very professional so I attempt to sit calmly in my chair. Needless to say the rest of the meeting was just a big blur. But one thing's for sure.

Fight-or-Flight response is hereby suspended. Whatever else I get now is simply icing on the cake. And I know the icing is coming because I hear the sound of an abundance of rain.

Ahem...its funny how one little phone call can do wonders for the faith right? Someone remind me of this when next I complain. Thank you for all your support and kind words. Keep them coming though anything can still happen between now and June-July. I also pray that all your heart desires will be realized at the right time and not a moment later.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007


For the one or hopefully two of you that haven't given up on me, thanks...I'm still here and the last month or so has been a battle to keep my sanity. The appointed date is here and it has almost passed like any other...I woke up this morning, looked at my cell/very-annoying-alarm clock and as my brain finally deciphered that the 1 and 5 next to May wasn't May 51st, 7020, I realized it was finally here and must have unfortunately missed the heavenly host's rendition of "GLORIA" to commemorate the occasion.

And so the wait and worry continues. Never in my life would I talk smack about those Israelites's so sad that after how far I have come in this journey and all the miracles I've seen, I arrive at the coast of the Red Sea and can't seem to trust the ONE that brought me here.

The mind is willing...but the flesh is so darn weak!