Oh moley, it has been about 8 months since I have posted last. A few people have asked me why I haven’t, and although it’s a lame excuse, it has been quite the busy year (to say the least!). Those of you who know me know that I keep myself busy–all the time. I really don’t like having too much down time, and always feel like I could be doing something better with my time, whether that’s volunteering or tutoring or learning something new. Since I have wonderful benefits through my employer that makes courses essentially free, I have been working towards finishing a second B.S. in Biochemistry with a minor in Religious Studies. On top of that, I have a new job (that I love), started a group for college students living with type 1 diabetes, took up some new volunteering positions, still teach and tutor for test prep, and then studied for and retook the Medical College Admissions Test (MCAT) myself.
The past year has been so incredibly wonderful, and I feel so blessed. I celebrated two years on testosterone this past May, set a date for my wedding, landed a new job that I love, and achieved incredible academic success.
In may, I spoke for over an hour with the nicest, most supportive Director of Recruitment and Multicultural Affairs at one of the Ivy League medical schools. She told me that everything about my application was perfect except one thing… my score on the Physical Sciences section of the MCAT. She mentioned that if I could just bring that score up a little bit, I’d be competitive at every single medical school in the U.S. While the score I originally had was certainly good enough for your non-Ivy league medical schools, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to at least TRY to bring it up. If I hadn’t tried, I would have wondered “what if” for the rest of my life. So I did. I studied day and night and did thousands of problems and essentially lived a live that revolved around physics.
My scores finally came out last Tuesday, and when I checked my scores and saw that I scored in the 96th (well 95.9 “th”) percentile on the MCAT, I felt like I was going to collapse. Almost a week later, it still feels unreal. I remember the moment I decided I wanted to be a doctor. I was five, and I was living in the middle of nowhere in rural Upstate New York. My idea of getting into trouble was using my mom’s premium paint to redecorate the outhouse in our backyard. My journey from there to where I am today has been filled with challenges that, in the moment, felt like they would never end. While there were plenty of times I succeeded during my journey, there have also been plenty of times that I failed and felt like giving up. When I looked at my scores, and saw that I had done better than even my “best case scenario,” all of those moments came rushing back, and all I could do was cry. This is all I have ever wanted for myself, and I feel like I am right on the cusp of achieving my life-long dream. Please keep your fingers crossed for me during this application season!
I’m hoping to update more often again, but bug me about an update if I don’t!