Up until highschool, I never had a choice as to which school I went. It was just decided for me, so I got really excited for college because then, I’d get to go to the school of my choice. Of course I have my dream university, I wanted to attend the school that my sister used to go to. I was only a freshman in highschool then but I knew that’s where I wanted to go. But perhaps the universe had another plan for me because I didn’t get accepted for it. So I settled for the next best thing for me. I didn’t even bother writing a reconsideration letter, I simply just settled. Which is why getting accepted into my dream med school is a whole new experience for me.
“It would be tough, winding, and exhausting but it will always be worth it.”
Settling for a college is not the best decision I have ever made but I do not regret it. I’m actually thankful because it had taught me many things, and so much of who I am today and all that I were able to achieve is because of that choice that I made five years ago. It taught me that I have to work twice as hard to get to where I want to be; that the path leading to where I want to go isn’t always straightforward — often, it would be tough, winding, and exhausting but it will always be worth it; that if I believe I worked hard for it, I shouldn’t be ashamed of the end product; and that if I want it enough, I should be able to achieve it. It shaped me for the next big chapter ahead of me.
When I didn’t make it to the first list of accepted applicants I was disheartened. I wanted to cry, shut down, and question myself thinking that maybe I weren’t really as bright as people thought I were. But instead of wallowing in self-pity, I geared up for another battle. I took another qualifying exam to improve my chances of getting accepted because being mediocre in a pool of outstanding applicants is simply not a choice. I know that this field is not only for the most intelligent ones but it’s also for those determined enough to be able to do what they want to do.
Finally seeing my name included in the list of accepted applicants gave me a rush of mixed feelings — relief, happiness, excitement, and even a bit of nervousness because this means that I’m really going to med school now. But more than anything, it felt right. It was the second time that I felt I did something right (the first was choosing my undergraduate thesis topic). It felt good that I refused to settle even if my mom was telling me to. I finally got accepted into my first choice of school and I’m proud that I did not give up on it even if it felt like the odds were against me.
Getting accepted into my dream med school allowed me to see how headstrong I could be. I realized that if I want something enough, I should keep on working towards it — no matter how many times I may fail. I kept trying, I kept going and did everything I could, and I’m finally here. I don’t know about you but I’m ready for you, med school.