There can be miracles, when you believe
I was just on the phone with my dad for about 45 minutes in a cold doorway, so I'm typing this to warm my hands up so i can start writing on actual paper. With a pen.
It's about to be finals week.
I have finals on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Shoot me.
Anyway, so I'm on the phone with my dad and we're talking about how we're gonna work out over break, how my mom wants a new TV, how he wants me to help him finish the basement... and then the conversation lulled a little and I told him about how I realized at some point this week that the professor whose lab I work in is an alumnus of MSU's D.O./Ph.D program, and is still very involved in teaching med school classes and promoting the program. And if my grades are good enough, and my personal statements and other recommendations are good enough (they don't necessarily have to be THE BEST - and honestly, they aren't), with a recommendation from him, I just might actually be able to get in. And my dad didn't understand why that was news to me, that I might get in. I don't know if he just doesn't understand how many people get rejected, how med schools choose the best of the best, or if he just thinks that since I did well in high school then I'll be fine. (Which is not the case. I learned that the hard way.)
But really, whether or not he understands the whole med school process isn't really what I'm trying to write about.
Lately I've been exploring all of my options, degree-wise. Like getting my Masters in Public Health, going to grad school, going to med school, going to D.O. school, trying to get into a dual-degree program... you name it. I'm trying to figure out the most I can do with the least education. I mean, why pay for an education you don't need? For an education you're not going to use?
Well, apparently my dad really wants me to go to med school because he told me that he thinks that if I don't do everything in my power to get to the top then I'm selling myself short. That he knows that I can do whatever I want to do, that I can go to the top and then see what I can do with what I've got.
But what surprised me the most was finding out that my dad believes in me, and that he thinks that I can do whatever I put my mind do. In the past him and my mom would always bitch about how I'd stay up late, procrastinate, and get B-pluses. At the honors convocation at the end of high school they told me that I could have gotten more scholarships than I did, that I should have gotten more scholarships. I'm not saying they never did, but at the moment I can't think of a time when they've told me they were proud of me.
Don't get me wrong, my parents aren't evil. I love them with all my heart, and I know that they love me too. But sometimes they kind of suck at showing it, you know? And it felt so good to know that my dad thinks that so much success is within my reach, especially since I've been doubting it lately. I really needed that push in the right direction.
I wish everyone knowledge on their final exams and a happy holiday season if I'm not on LJ before then!
It's about to be finals week.
I have finals on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Shoot me.
Anyway, so I'm on the phone with my dad and we're talking about how we're gonna work out over break, how my mom wants a new TV, how he wants me to help him finish the basement... and then the conversation lulled a little and I told him about how I realized at some point this week that the professor whose lab I work in is an alumnus of MSU's D.O./Ph.D program, and is still very involved in teaching med school classes and promoting the program. And if my grades are good enough, and my personal statements and other recommendations are good enough (they don't necessarily have to be THE BEST - and honestly, they aren't), with a recommendation from him, I just might actually be able to get in. And my dad didn't understand why that was news to me, that I might get in. I don't know if he just doesn't understand how many people get rejected, how med schools choose the best of the best, or if he just thinks that since I did well in high school then I'll be fine. (Which is not the case. I learned that the hard way.)
But really, whether or not he understands the whole med school process isn't really what I'm trying to write about.
Lately I've been exploring all of my options, degree-wise. Like getting my Masters in Public Health, going to grad school, going to med school, going to D.O. school, trying to get into a dual-degree program... you name it. I'm trying to figure out the most I can do with the least education. I mean, why pay for an education you don't need? For an education you're not going to use?
Well, apparently my dad really wants me to go to med school because he told me that he thinks that if I don't do everything in my power to get to the top then I'm selling myself short. That he knows that I can do whatever I want to do, that I can go to the top and then see what I can do with what I've got.
But what surprised me the most was finding out that my dad believes in me, and that he thinks that I can do whatever I put my mind do. In the past him and my mom would always bitch about how I'd stay up late, procrastinate, and get B-pluses. At the honors convocation at the end of high school they told me that I could have gotten more scholarships than I did, that I should have gotten more scholarships. I'm not saying they never did, but at the moment I can't think of a time when they've told me they were proud of me.
Don't get me wrong, my parents aren't evil. I love them with all my heart, and I know that they love me too. But sometimes they kind of suck at showing it, you know? And it felt so good to know that my dad thinks that so much success is within my reach, especially since I've been doubting it lately. I really needed that push in the right direction.
I wish everyone knowledge on their final exams and a happy holiday season if I'm not on LJ before then!