The ol' nitty-gritty
I am being bombarded with e-mails from the student affairs office, the AAMC, ERAS and NRMP about Those Things That Shall Happen Next Week. The timeline of events is thus:
I had a derm check up today. My skin looks shades better than it did three months ago. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing and then see them again in June. Since I didn't get out of there until after 9, I bagged grand rounds and went to Starbucks and had a latte and flipped through a Glamour for the better part of an hour. I ran to the mall on my way home to look for dressy brown sandals and brown flip flops. I struck out. I hit Payless and DSW and found no brown dressy sandals (that didn't have a huge heel or weren't fugly). I hit Old Navy and found no brown flip flops. They had every other color under the sun but brown. I came home for a few hours and then went up to school for committee. I found out that the kid I interviewed yesterday never should have been interviewed. He was a 'reject' but ended up in the 'interview' pile by mistake. His MCATs were decent but his GPA from Cornell was atrocious. He hasn't done much in the line of clinic work, even with his dad who's a doctor. I felt for him because I'd love to give him a chance but I can't overlook a freshman and sophomore year science class GPA that was below 2.0.
Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment in the AM and then I will likely hopefully probably I really should go to the gym afterwards. I have a handful of prescriptions that need refilling so I'll drop them off and go work out. The husband returns late tonight after three days of skiing. He's already planning on sleeping past noon tomorrow.
It was nice seeing jenmfinj and her hombre Moritz at Borders last night. It certainly beat the hell out of coming home and doing nothing. We should really get together more often...y'know, 'cause we're only an hour away from each other and all that.
I think I'm going to go read a book. Or fall asleep on the couch like I did last night. Either way, it's a win-win.
Moment of Burrito: "Some choices will choose you. How you face these choices, these turns in the road, with what kind of attitude, more than the choices themselves, is what will define the context of your life." - Dana Reeve
- Monday: are you in or are you out? You get the e-mail telling you if you matched or didn't. If you didn't, then you get to partake in festivities on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. If you did, skip ahead to Thursday!
- Tuesday: Let the scramble begin! This is an (un)fun time where people who didn't match receive a list of programs with open slots. It's called a scramble because people scurry around faxing and e-mailing CVs and applications to any program in their chosen specialty with an open slot. This continues until noon on Thursday.
- Wednesday: If you go to my medical school, you show up at 9, get coffee and bagels, listen to financial aid presentations and the oh-so-important graduation information, get free lunch, and leave at 3. At 6:30, you begin the required two-day period of drunkenness with a dinner dance at a local country club, footed by the Alumni Association.
- Thursday: MATCH DAY! Reconvene in a hungover state at 11, only to start drinking again. Get your envelope at noon and try not to tear the piece of paper inside as you open it. Congratulations - you're rounding third and heading for home. MD is only 90 feet away. If you're like me (and a majority of other basketball fans), you'll spend the day watching the 80 hours of basketball that is the NCAA tournament.
- Friday: If you're me, you have to work 1-11 in the peds ER. Oh well. If I'm really hungover, I'll start my own IV and walk around with the pole eating saltines all night.
I had a derm check up today. My skin looks shades better than it did three months ago. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing and then see them again in June. Since I didn't get out of there until after 9, I bagged grand rounds and went to Starbucks and had a latte and flipped through a Glamour for the better part of an hour. I ran to the mall on my way home to look for dressy brown sandals and brown flip flops. I struck out. I hit Payless and DSW and found no brown dressy sandals (that didn't have a huge heel or weren't fugly). I hit Old Navy and found no brown flip flops. They had every other color under the sun but brown. I came home for a few hours and then went up to school for committee. I found out that the kid I interviewed yesterday never should have been interviewed. He was a 'reject' but ended up in the 'interview' pile by mistake. His MCATs were decent but his GPA from Cornell was atrocious. He hasn't done much in the line of clinic work, even with his dad who's a doctor. I felt for him because I'd love to give him a chance but I can't overlook a freshman and sophomore year science class GPA that was below 2.0.
Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment in the AM and then I will likely hopefully probably I really should go to the gym afterwards. I have a handful of prescriptions that need refilling so I'll drop them off and go work out. The husband returns late tonight after three days of skiing. He's already planning on sleeping past noon tomorrow.
It was nice seeing jenmfinj and her hombre Moritz at Borders last night. It certainly beat the hell out of coming home and doing nothing. We should really get together more often...y'know, 'cause we're only an hour away from each other and all that.
I think I'm going to go read a book. Or fall asleep on the couch like I did last night. Either way, it's a win-win.
Moment of Burrito: "Some choices will choose you. How you face these choices, these turns in the road, with what kind of attitude, more than the choices themselves, is what will define the context of your life." - Dana Reeve