Phew, I finally got an interview for the million med schools I applied for. No, don't say congrats, it's not worth it. I'm not nearly as happy as I should be, which is very, very strange. Due to my ever-so-annoying father, I applied to almost every single med school in this country. Over the past month all I've gotten is rejection letters, from almost everywhere. Not that I cared, except it was pushing Dad over the edge. Lucky for me that the girl my family likes to compare me to didn't do very well on her UMAT--- eh look at me, rejoicing in the misery of others. Still, I cannot deny my gratefulness for that fact, otherwise life would be more intolerable than it is now.
So at this point I should probably feel rather smug about my interview preparations, because I had the foresight to prepare early. Except reality hurts. I still think it was a colossal waste of time. Though I am convinced that I have the ability to pass these interviews, I am not arrogant enough to say that I will pass. I need to think of alternate pathways to get out of this house if I can't travel interstate for med.
Truth be told, getting this interview brought more relief than joy. Maybe my Dad will shut the fuck up for a couple of days. If that's all it buys, I still consider it a good deal. As for the stress it brings... meh. Pass or fail, I'll give it my best shot, because seriously, fuck this supposed "home" of mine. Anything to get me out of here. ANYTHING.
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