But honestly…what the hell was that.
I know it’s a normal reaction, but I can’t help but feel that I absolutely bombed it. I’m be over the moon, if I end up wit a 240, but to be honest, I’d be surprised if I even got a 230, which is the national average.
I’m going to celebrate with being done with it, but I can’t help but worry that I didn’t do enough and it’s terrifying. Or maybe it’s that I did all I could and the problem is I’m not enough.
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It’s been a while since I’ve written any sort of yearly reflection, but I think 2016 calls for it. What a year. I tried so
Oh man, if you had told me that I would have the privilege to interview at the most selective medical school in the nation, I