It's been a year
I took the MCAT again last summer, while in San Francisco. It was actually pretty ridiculous - I had only been there for two weeks before taking the test. I spent the rest of the summer doing research at UC Berkeley. And then there was this application cycle - it was completely unexpected. I applied to 13 schools, received 10 interview offers, and accepted 9 of those offers. They included UT San Antonio, UT Houston, UT Southwestern, Baylor, Stanford, Johns Hopkins, Harvard, WashU, UCSF, and Vanderbilt (cancelled). It's been exhausting.
Literary agents and whatnot
Once upon a time...
I wrote a book. It was a rather enjoyable endeavor. I've been trying to write a book since about 7th grade, when I attempted a poorly written detective story. (That's not to say this one isn't poorly written.) So since I devoted countless hours to finishing my tome... I figured I would try to get it published. Of course, it's never that easy. Okay, so I've only sent out two query letters. Two rejections. One was merited... my book isn't exactly mainstream romance. Well, come to think of it, the other one was probably merited as well. She answered very quickly. I'm guessing she didn't like my plot. Or my writing style. Or both. Heh.
Maybe I should be working on my personal statements instead.
I wrote a book. It was a rather enjoyable endeavor. I've been trying to write a book since about 7th grade, when I attempted a poorly written detective story. (That's not to say this one isn't poorly written.) So since I devoted countless hours to finishing my tome... I figured I would try to get it published. Of course, it's never that easy. Okay, so I've only sent out two query letters. Two rejections. One was merited... my book isn't exactly mainstream romance. Well, come to think of it, the other one was probably merited as well. She answered very quickly. I'm guessing she didn't like my plot. Or my writing style. Or both. Heh.
Maybe I should be working on my personal statements instead.
MCAT
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.
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.