Thursday, June 9, 2011

MCAT

Oh MCAT, you were such an interesting romance. You left my life as suddenly as you came. I miss you sometimes...but then I remember how much work I put into us and am glad that such a selfish, time consuming, soul-eating, heartless woman is out of my life.


Good riddance you passive aggressive street walker,

Lost In Study (SDN)

Hands down, best description I have read of what it feels like to study for the MCAT.

It's a marathon, not a sprint.

And after all the mental torture has been meted out, here's how subsequent conversations will proceed regarding the subject:

John, boss' boss: How did you do?

Me (with pride, like Mufasa holding Simba): I got a 34.

John, having no frame of reference for the MCAT: What’s the highest you can get?

Me: A 45

Me (to myself): I guess my 34 isn't really that impressive after all.

Me (quickly salvaging ego): But a 34 is 93% percentile.

John (not the slightest bit impressed): Great.

You are probably thinking, 34 sounds like an Asian score. Maybe, but a committed Asian would score a 35 or above. In case there were doubts,

Evidence 6: I got a 28 the first time I took the MCAT.

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