I get email from time to time telling me not to give up on applying to medical school. Hah. Fat chance I’m going to try that again. I’m pretty frigging bitter already. A few more rounds of not getting in and I’d have to hurt someone. Anyway, that was all about TEN YEARS AGO and I’m pretty much over it. I had to find something else to be bitter about, and that’s my vestigial Master of Science in Computer Science. I’m now making less money than the 20-year-old high school dropout I’m working with and happy for it since most of the CS jobs are going off-shore and I don’t think I could find another job.
After all the time and money I spent applying to medical school, I’m not taking down the web site I put up with all my rejection letters. People ask me what I did wrong and the answers are all there. I did a lot of things right, and the medical schools I contacted even told me they had NO idea why I didn’t make it off of the wait list. The last rejection letters I received were AFTER classes had begun at Creighton University, St. Louis University, and Case Western Reserve University. OK, maybe Creighton sent the letter a little earlier. I can’t remember that far back. But I do know I was looking at the calendar and even called the schools to ask when classes started.
So I know I need to get over it, but then what would I do? “Get on with your life,” right? Well, on with my life is serving as an example, a bad example, to others.
I graduated from film school 4 1/2 years ago, and getting in was like waiting for Godot. After applying, I made it to the interview stage. Eventually, I was rejected. I had an option of writing a letter to the school asking for recosideration, which I did. I received a letter back, rejecting me again, on the grounds that I had no experience. I shrugged and got an unpaid job as a production assistant in upstate NY on a pilot that never aired. While there, I received a desperate call from the school, asking me to enroll. Apparently, a few people in the program joined and dropped out last minute. Since I was the only person who had actually written to question my rejection, I was moved up the unofficial waiting list. The end of this long story is that I loved film school, but now I am an accountant, with a ton o student loan debt. Just saying, it all makes me laugh sometimes.
as a nurse, I can say you would probably be complaining more if you were a doctor right now. It’s not what it used to be……