So... my overall score was in the 90th percentile. And it could probably get me into most of the Texas medical schools. But I want to take it again. I KNOW I can do better. The conditions under which I took it were unfavorable. I want another chance.
On a side note, a squirrel almost killed me today. I was walking to Middle Eastern dancing while listening to my iPod. I heard a loud cracking sound. I looked behind me, and two feet away, a large branch sat. If I had just lagged behind by a second or two, it would have hit me. My friend saw the whole thing, and he was rather shocked. Thank you God for saving me from the murderous squirrels.
The Subconscious
This past weekend was pretty fun. I got to celebrate my birthday with several different groups of people, and each celebration was enjoyable. However, last night, when I went to bed, the anxiety that I had been suppressing broke through the floodgates. My dreams reflected what I had consciously ignored. I had several nightmares about getting my MCAT scores back. Ridiculous, isn't it? I thought I didn't care. But evidently, my subconscious is letting me know that I do. I woke up feeling sick to the stomach. Of course, as the day passed, I became complacent once again. I've been doing my work for school. I have a Statistics exam due on Thursday, and an Instrumentation Lab exam on Friday. I also have a project due in Instrumentation lab and a problem set for Instrumentation lecture. I've actually been enjoying instrumentation thus far. Our next project will be to build an EMG device. I'm going to miss these things when I go to medical school. But hopefully, I'll do research, and that'll allow me to continue expressing my engineering side. :)
My file is open...heaven help me.
I think the only way to remain sane through the process which I'm about to begin is to blog about it. Yesterday, I went to Rice's (the university, not the food or Secretary of State) open file session. Basically, I declared my medical school application file 'open' to apply for the Fall of 2009. Wow. 2009. That feels so far away, but they want us to start really early. In my first major step towards Med school application mania, I went and submitted my resume from high school. That's right: from high school. Evidently, they want to be able to prove that our success is a continuing legacy...rather than some random fluke that happened at Rice. (Which begs the question: could anyone succeed at Rice as the result of a fluke?)
Oh yeah, evidently MCAT scores are coming out October 10th. (For reference, I took the exam on September 8th.) I hardly even remember what I went through for that exam. I do recall; however, that I sang at the top of my lungs as I drove to the testing center (at 7 AM in the morning). I also wore my snowman pajamas. Because after all, how many people can brag that they took the MCAT in pajamas?
The manager of the MCAT testing center told me interesting stories from when he had been at Rice. (It's always interesting to bump into Rice alumn.) Evidently, he and his roommates were quite the trouble makers. His roommates had wanted to steal street signs. He had told them that they could do it, but that they had to do it in STYLE. So what did they do? They stole the signs for the most expensive neighborhood in Houston, the sign for the street of the Houston Police Department, and one more, which I can't remember. This is what I heard about before I took my MCAT.
Oh yeah, evidently MCAT scores are coming out October 10th. (For reference, I took the exam on September 8th.) I hardly even remember what I went through for that exam. I do recall; however, that I sang at the top of my lungs as I drove to the testing center (at 7 AM in the morning). I also wore my snowman pajamas. Because after all, how many people can brag that they took the MCAT in pajamas?
The manager of the MCAT testing center told me interesting stories from when he had been at Rice. (It's always interesting to bump into Rice alumn.) Evidently, he and his roommates were quite the trouble makers. His roommates had wanted to steal street signs. He had told them that they could do it, but that they had to do it in STYLE. So what did they do? They stole the signs for the most expensive neighborhood in Houston, the sign for the street of the Houston Police Department, and one more, which I can't remember. This is what I heard about before I took my MCAT.