It’s coming up on the time where I’ll have to leave the relative safety and comfort of my post bac to apply to Med school for realsies. I don’t say this often, but I’m scared. The process is daunting.
I’m lucky to be surrounded by options in Philly. You can’t swing a dead cat out here without smacking it into a med school and at this point I’ve toured them all. I’ve been to endless open houses and for the most part they are all the same. Only one school in particular stood out for me, the Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine.
After spending time on their campus and even more on their website, I have a hard time giving other schools a fair shake. I could gush about them like 14-year-old girl squeeing over Edward Cullen. The first thing I did after the open house was to call my husband and tell him I found the school I belong at. It’s an amazing feeling to know what I really want, but on the other hand it’s a lot of pressure too.
PCOM just finalized a linkage agreement with Drexel and I am over the moon. Absolutely pants on head crazy freaking out. I would be honored to go to any U.S. Medical school, but the very idea that I could get linkage to my number one school… It makes me even happier than this heart:
Now I have two weeks to complete an application that takes others months. It’s daunting and impossible, but they haven’t met me yet.
Times New Roman, 12 point font, here we go.