Monday, February 25, 2008
"Dear Admissions Folks,
"I am writing to check in on my application. I am curious as to the status of the application, and when you’d like to have me come out to interview. I haven’t made a final decision on which medical school I will attend, mostly because I am waiting to hear of my fate at your school. I would love to have any chance of getting closer to acceptance there.
"Please send any updates and good news you might have my way (you can even send the bad news: I’m getting anxious of just waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting…). If you need to, please have the committee take another look at my application. I am a great candidate, and I would make an excellent addition to your school!
"Thank you for your time and your help. Yours is not the easiest job with so many people like me constantly asking for an update. I appreciate it."
Pretty good letter, right? I impressed myself at how well I executed it. I had to bluff a little, but I didn't want to sound desperate.
As expected, I received feedback from the schools. All of them said in one form or another: "The committee will continue to look at your application and let you know soon..."
Well, a few days later, Wisconsin stepped up to the plate and offered a real interview. Thanks, Wisconsin! Not my first choice, but I'll take it. I have plane tickets ready and a room reserved. Although lonely, my trip to Milwaukee should be fun.
About a week after the Medical College of Wisconsin contacted me, I got a call from Thomas Jefferson University. A call from a real person from the admissions committee?! And the Oscar for Best MD School Correspondence goes to...TJU! Anyway, they called to invite me to interview. They read my e-mail, took my advice and re-read my application, and loved me. They normally don't call people, they said, but they had to let me know as soon as possible so I didn't have to continue to wait, and wait, and wait... They said explicitly that my e-mail is what prompted an interview.
I'd like to thank the academy, and Dr. Blackett, Eliza's OB, for the awesome idea to contact each and every one of my schools and pester them to action!
Also thanks to Dr. Blackett, I applied to a DO school in Kansas City, MO. Dr. Blackett herself attended school there, and recommended that I apply. I applied, and before I could even submit the secondary application, I received an invitation to interview. Interview #4! I can't believe it!
I am having the best luck this month, but if you do the math, the statistics aren't very good. I applied to 12 MD schools, interviewed or will interview at 3, and have been rejected from 2 so far. I applied to 5 DO schools, and will interview at 1. I suppose there is more time for good news, but I only anticipate more interviews from the other DO schools, and more rejections from MD schools. I'm okay with that. I will be happy to go to any school that accepts me.
Now for something completely random:
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
You've requested them, now here they are! Pregnant pictures of Eliza: just look at that belly! I sure love this prego lady.
P.S. If you haven't seen JUNO, you should check it out (if you can handle the irreverence and borderline crude humor involved). Here is a preview:
Friday, February 15, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Eliza took the new cat (Vincent) into the vet again today. The report was good. In the six days since his last visit, Vincent gained 1.3 pounds, taking him from 5.3 to 6.6 pounds. The vet was impressed. I was impressed! We really know how to bulk up here! His front paw is also doing much better; he's almost done with his antibiotics.
As for the cat-cat relationship, it isn't going so well. Vincent is a very sweet cat, and would accept Fergi with open arms, but she isn't willing to share the house. However, he doesn't take her crap when she hisses and growls at him, and he chases her down. They have a little scuffle, then she gets to higher ground (because he can't jump very high). One of them needs to establish dominance, and fast, because we are tired of playing the referees.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
I've got tickets and everything: it's final. I'm going to Milwaukee on March 6th, and coming back March 8th. I'm interviewing at the Medical College of Wisconsin. Due to the times the planes fly in and out of there, I'm going to be spending two nights. Can't wait!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
On a different note, I got a paper shredder as a graduation present from my parents, and I just barely set it up, and I love it. There is something so satisfying about thoroughly destroying documents--it appeals to me on a few different levels: 1) you get to destroy something, 2) you are protecting your private information, and 3) there isn't very much work involved for you as the destroyer. It's an amazing thing, and I recommend that everyone who doesn't have one, get one.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Since our last post, we decided to try to incorporate the new kitty into the house, not knowing the drastic affect he would have on Fergi. The way we perceived things, Fergi seemed like the big, bullying resident cat, and this poor, traumatized gimp seemed like a victim to Fergi's verbal assaults. But during one of the interactions, the kitty snapped and started to hunt down Fergi, chasing her at top speeds throughout every room of the house. On our second attempt, hair began to fly, and we knew that we had to give them more time to adjust to each other.
So, Vincent is banished to the bathroom for the time being, and Fergi is continually on the look-out for the black devil cat. Although we call him "devil cat", he is still completely submissive and affectionate with Eliza and I.
In other news, the Medical College of Wisconsin finally decided to invite me to interview. What the heck took so long?! I am a good applicant. I am a catch. When will these schools realize that?
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
I have to give a shout out to Heidi and Amber, my two sisters. It's their birthdays today and tomorrow, respectively. We missed out (like always) on the celebrations, but we wish you a happy birthday. We hope to see you soon.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
I am very proud to be a college graduate, even though I only graduated with a degree in Liberal Arts (whatever the heck that is). I wish that I could say that I miss the college life, but I don't, because I'm still taking classes. I had to take Biochemistry for the University of Utah (which I didn't get accepted to) and I go to class three days a week.
Thank you, Michael, for taking these pictures. It's about time I show them off.
It continues to snow here with only a day or two between storms. I'm beginning to hope that I get invited to interview at the medical school in Glendale, Arizona, so that I have a good reason to get out of here.
A few weeks ago, the icicles were growing treacherously long over our porch. Eliza was starting to worry about the wellfare of our eyes (especially after watching a Mythbusters episode that confirmed the legend that an icicle CAN be lethal.) So, to ease her concerns, I set about trying to take care of the problem. Being that our townhome is two stories high, I had to find a sturdy but nonthreatening object that I could throw to knock down the icicles. Solution: a soccer ball.
The task wasn't as easy as you might think. After only a few successful attempts, and after Eliza took a few shots, I gave the soccer ball one last heft, and it would be the heft that landed the dear ball on the roof of our house, lodged in snuggly in a snow bank.
Again, being that our house is two stories high, the only thing we could do is wait for the snow to melt. Eliza, being the betting woman that she is, asked how long I would give it before it melted off the roof. "I give it a week," I said. "A week?" she replied. "I give it to February, at least!"
The ball was found on our sidewalk in four days time.