Everybody but me is already going to prom!
I met a coupla sweet kids from Chicago while I was in Florida. We all interviewed at Bradenton. (Yes, MY Bradenton.)
Both of these punk-asses got accepted at Bradenton. And they know it already. And I know nothing. I'm all gown and no tiara here.
The people at Bradenton made their decisions yesterday. This I know because the forums on studentdoctor.net start buzzing every time the universe shifts in any perceptible fashion. We know how much cream cheese the Third Vice Dean of Admissions puts on his bagel on Tuesdays and how much gets on his tie. For any of the 150+ med schools in the US, we know whether the news comes by email, phone call or certified postal mail. We know when to expect the news after an interview, give or take 45 minutes. We know how many waitlist spots turned into acceptances, broken down by state, marital status and eye color, since 1972.
Bradenton sends acceptances by certified postal mail on Fridays. Floridians and midwesterners know by Saturday. The Pony Express might make it to Seattle by, say, the day before classes start in July.
I hate this. I could make up a story and call Bradenton and say I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon to go backpacking in Vietnam. Or I'm starting a month-long silent yoga retreat with no access to civilization. Or my great-grandmother, whose one wish in life was to see me accepted to medical school, is on her deathbed.
But I won't. That would be immature. Plus it would jinx it.
Both of these punk-asses got accepted at Bradenton. And they know it already. And I know nothing. I'm all gown and no tiara here.
The people at Bradenton made their decisions yesterday. This I know because the forums on studentdoctor.net start buzzing every time the universe shifts in any perceptible fashion. We know how much cream cheese the Third Vice Dean of Admissions puts on his bagel on Tuesdays and how much gets on his tie. For any of the 150+ med schools in the US, we know whether the news comes by email, phone call or certified postal mail. We know when to expect the news after an interview, give or take 45 minutes. We know how many waitlist spots turned into acceptances, broken down by state, marital status and eye color, since 1972.
Bradenton sends acceptances by certified postal mail on Fridays. Floridians and midwesterners know by Saturday. The Pony Express might make it to Seattle by, say, the day before classes start in July.
I hate this. I could make up a story and call Bradenton and say I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon to go backpacking in Vietnam. Or I'm starting a month-long silent yoga retreat with no access to civilization. Or my great-grandmother, whose one wish in life was to see me accepted to medical school, is on her deathbed.
But I won't. That would be immature. Plus it would jinx it.
posted by Cy at 7:35 PM
1 Comments:
I absolutely feel your pain. When people started getting interview invites via snail mail from Tufts, I started calculating about how long it would take for my letter to reach CA until someone on SDN, who lived in Davis, received hers. And when Davis started emailing their acceptances on a Friday afternoon, it was all abuzz on SDN. Needless to say, I was a wreck Friday night at receiving NOTHING. However, I did succumb to desperation and immaturity and emailed one of my evaluators who kindly let me know that I did get in. Looking back, it was kind of a disappointing way of finding out that I got into vet school.
I'm sure your letter is on it's way :) Love you.
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