My dear AMCAS, would you like tomato or onion with that Baloney sandwich?
Once again, I am reminded that nothing in this whole damn place is personal. Nothing.
Whether you are tipping the waitress at IHOPs for your Lumber Jack breakfast and getting a "You have a nice day, now", or tipping the belly dancer at Le Femme for the lap dance and something else as she says "Don't you know you are my dream come true?", or sending in your application to AMCAS in the hopes that you will gain exclusive rights to membership only to be told, indirectly, that your MCAT scores, your profile, your lineage is not good enough because of some arbitrary standard placed on your head and if your fortune is not good, may pose a curse on your besotted soul.
Nothing is personal.
All those who know about my obsession/campaign/crusade/vendetta against the medical establishment will know that I did not get exclusive rights to this medical establishment and hence, did not have the luxury of obtaining my education in the US.
What is it now? You're saying I sound like some 3 year old who didn't get to have chocolate ice cream at the fair?
Well, I really don't give a shit what you think and you've missed the point. I am at war with the principle behind a laziness called "Standardized Test" and the rest, you've heard before. So, lest you call me a nag, I won't repeat it.
Yes, I am one of those back door people who try to bend the system.
Yes, I sneak around the rules.
Yes, I am one of those "foreign" grads whom you have shoved a big sign over that says "I'm with Idiot."
At the end of 4 years, I am going to have an M.D. after my name, so what's it to you?
What has incited this new rage of tirade is the fact that at registration today, on the cusp of entering my third year of training, who should I see but the graduate student, no less, who taught my MCAT preparatory class way back when in the Jurassic era. She was registering for the same semester and I can tell you we didn't start out our medical careers together.
So much for that. I have lost all faith in preparatory courses that prepare you for disillusionment, which is perpetuated by the venerable Medical College Admission Test. If someone who knew the loop holes and how to take pretty little standardized tests, that is somehow supposed to show your ability to be a doctor, is in the same hole I am in, then, all this amounts to bullshit. So much for standards and broad sweeps that pass up even those who know to perform "well".
Baloney.
So, my dear AMCAS, since nothing is personal, I know you wouldn't mind my shoving that Baloney sandwich up your rear end until it reaches the base of your tongue at which time you will be able to taste the dijon.
Whether you are tipping the waitress at IHOPs for your Lumber Jack breakfast and getting a "You have a nice day, now", or tipping the belly dancer at Le Femme for the lap dance and something else as she says "Don't you know you are my dream come true?", or sending in your application to AMCAS in the hopes that you will gain exclusive rights to membership only to be told, indirectly, that your MCAT scores, your profile, your lineage is not good enough because of some arbitrary standard placed on your head and if your fortune is not good, may pose a curse on your besotted soul.
Nothing is personal.
All those who know about my obsession/campaign/crusade/vendetta against the medical establishment will know that I did not get exclusive rights to this medical establishment and hence, did not have the luxury of obtaining my education in the US.
What is it now? You're saying I sound like some 3 year old who didn't get to have chocolate ice cream at the fair?
Well, I really don't give a shit what you think and you've missed the point. I am at war with the principle behind a laziness called "Standardized Test" and the rest, you've heard before. So, lest you call me a nag, I won't repeat it.
Yes, I am one of those back door people who try to bend the system.
Yes, I sneak around the rules.
Yes, I am one of those "foreign" grads whom you have shoved a big sign over that says "I'm with Idiot."
At the end of 4 years, I am going to have an M.D. after my name, so what's it to you?
What has incited this new rage of tirade is the fact that at registration today, on the cusp of entering my third year of training, who should I see but the graduate student, no less, who taught my MCAT preparatory class way back when in the Jurassic era. She was registering for the same semester and I can tell you we didn't start out our medical careers together.
So much for that. I have lost all faith in preparatory courses that prepare you for disillusionment, which is perpetuated by the venerable Medical College Admission Test. If someone who knew the loop holes and how to take pretty little standardized tests, that is somehow supposed to show your ability to be a doctor, is in the same hole I am in, then, all this amounts to bullshit. So much for standards and broad sweeps that pass up even those who know to perform "well".
Baloney.
So, my dear AMCAS, since nothing is personal, I know you wouldn't mind my shoving that Baloney sandwich up your rear end until it reaches the base of your tongue at which time you will be able to taste the dijon.
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