Following the interviews, I experienced a wave of emotions that seemed to change every few days if not more often. Now it seems more like a blur, but I assure you then it felt more like an eternity.
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a tendency to... well, over think things. And let me tell you this mind has never been so active as it was after that first interview (although the feelings after the MCAT were very similar). As soon as we were in the car, I was going over every single question, response, and facial expression. That went on for about 2 or 3 days. I won't go into details, but let me just say it was exhausting. From days 4-7 I started feeling a little better all though a bit apathetic about the whole situation. I guess I was just burned out from thinking about it 24/7 and sort of adopted this, "whatever, we'll be alright, attitude." Which of course is sort of true, but I still didn't exactly have the right attitude. This apathy about spilled over into my interview at LMU until the pizza dinner the night before. When we saw the campus again, and met some of the students I sort of snapped awake. This is the reason Brooke was asking me interview questions at 2:30 in morning (mentioned in previous post). I had felt like I had not adequately prepared and so I was scrambling. Plus after meeting with the students I was really beginning to have an even better feeling about the school.
I already posted the interview day details so onto the waiting. It was more of the same. The first three days I was a nervous wreck (although my first and overall impression of the interview itself was better than PCOM). However this time I never really slipped into that apathetic state. As Brooke likes to say I had "given it up" ( or at least was trying) and I really did have peace that I would be receiving a call. But I confess I was still prety nervous. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait long with the committee meeting only three days after my interview. Beginning Thursday I began "willing" my phone to ring. Then Friday. Then Monday....
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Ever feel like you don't know what to do with your life? Not sure you could choose one career for the rest of your life? Well that's exactly how I felt for a long time. In fact my dream of becoming a physician did not really begin until two years ago when my wife was already 3 months pregnant. It was towards the end of my graduate coursework that I realized I wanted to pursue a career as a medical doctor. I began this blog about one year before I was accepted and sparsley documented my MCAT prep and addmissions process. Now that I am in I will be recording how well (or not so well at times) I handle the rigors of being a husband, father, and medical student. My intention is to show that one can have a family and hobbies and still be a successful medical student. I hope this blog will be an inspiration to others taking a non traditional path to their career and also be a little entertaining.
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