Applications and LOR: Bite Me

Dear God this whole med-school application thing is ridiculous. You would think that you were signing up to enter some institution that would require hundreds of hours of your time, and mold you from an otherwise normal human being into some sort of know-it-all professional who others entrust with their lives or something. All joking aside, the application is a rather monumental task. Now that I'm finished entering all the information in the world about myself, and every class that I ever took, the name, the units, and the grade received, I now have to come up with the greatest personal statement ever; something that will make the readers wet themselves with joy or something, and make them say, "My God, this guy absolutely MUST be allowed to digitally probe my rectum some day!!! For my health, of course..."

And in the background of all this are the coveted Letters of Recommendation; where my professors and mentors are supposed to get all teary eyed and talk about how they would love to have me as their doctor. But before they can do that, I have to contact them. And it's the most awkward thing ever.

Dear Dr. Guy,

Remember all those times I came to your office hours to come talk to you? Yeah, I kept you company back then, and now it's time for you to own up to your end of the unwritten bargain; I need you to write me a totally badass letter that will undoubtedly get me into the greatest med-schools ever. I want your letter to have AdComms dueling to the death over me.

Kthnxbye,

Angry Frenchy

So yeah, that's basically how the LOR go. So far, I've lined up multiple people that I will send off similar emails to, and hopefully they'll respond positively to me (I haven't really stepped on anyone's toes, so I don't see why they wouldn't), and write me some awesome letters. And the awesome letters, in return, will get me into some awesome schools.

So that brings us back to the Personal Statement. Basically, in this essay, I've got to exploit the crap out of my younger brother's illness, and make it appear as if it almost killed him, and then talk about how I became a better, and wiser person as a result of it. And, as a result of it, decided I can only be a doctor now. Since I really have no "real" hardships of my own (though I'm sure they'd love to hear about my current situation with "Sandy" and Dickus Minimus), I have to exploit the hardship of someone else. Because you can't be a doctor unless you exploit someone else's suffering for personal gain. That's the rule. Me talking about what I learned in life and through college would be boring to AdComms, who'd probably use my PS as toilet paper. But when someone is suffering in it, and I'm making it sound totally interesting, they'll love me.

Such is the world, and such is life. I guess.

MCAT Scores

So my MCAT scores are coming in today. I'm really a nervous wreck at this point. First, this thing with the girl that we will just call Sandy for now, then her crazy ex boyfriend, then my personal statement, then my job apps, then my Med school apps, and now this, the piece de resistance, which will either be the icing on my cake that is my med school application, or it could be the dent in my Lamborghini.

Yes, that's right. I just compared my professional career, no, my life up to this point, to both a cake and a Lamborghini. Craziness.

I'll be updating this post when I get my scores back as to what I'm feeling.

EDIT: Holy crap, I got my MCAT scores back!!! I kicked the damn thing's ass!!! I feel like a freak now for being so overjoyed!!! Haha, it'll be Dr. Angry Frenchy soon enough!!! WOOOOOOOOOO-FUCKING-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Summer Session

Having a class from 11 - 4 PM every day sucks.

That is all.

Death Threats... I'm so scared

So Douche-bag is threatening to kill me. And he's sending the messages over the facebook, of all places.

I get the impression that this whole thing with that girl was a set-up; I was just used as a tool to play me against her ex, so her ex would feel jealous and threatened (the guy is the most insecure, tiny dicked fool I've ever seen... His picture is him shirtless trying to look tough... ooooohh you're sooo scary with your half-baked expression, and your lack of a shirt...), and so I think that the last message I sent her, during which I told her how I felt about her, and that I thought this douchebag was dragging her down, and basically told her to make up her mind; either she's interested in me, and therefore continue dating, or she's not, and that would be that. It really wasn't that much to ask IMO; either reject or accept, in the event of a rejection I would have respected her decision, and moved on.

But no. I think she either forwarded the message to the shirtless fuckwit, or he checks her accounts (voicemail and otherwise) regularly (which she had told me he had done before), who decides to start sending me messages such as the one below:

Subject: Fuck Off
Stop fucking trying to talk to my girlfriend. She's mine so fuck off. You really don't want to fucking piss me off. So back the fuck off. She's taken. So get the fucking point you ugly faggot ass piece of shit. Don't fucking call her, dont text her just leave her alone, you're doing nothing but annoying her and and me. Go fuck a cow or something around that, it might be in your league.

Oh no, so scary. The use of the word "fuck" really inculcated his points here. If he hadn't said that word so much, I probably wouldn't take him seriously. And calling me an "ugly faggot ass piece of shit" has totally decimated my self-confidence... I don't think I'll be able to go outside now. I better not piss him off, or he'll have to hurt me. Idiot. A bunch of my friends want to go kick his ass, but I've told them to stand down. If he continues with messages like these, I may give them the greenlight, but unless he really steps things up, I'm going to do things legally. And that includes shooting him if he tries to assault me at my home.

But honestly, how insecure do you have to be to send a message like that? And "go fuck a cow"? If I were Hindu or something, maybe that would have had a shred of wittiness, but honestly... Are we still in middleschool or something? I really do think that he's compensating for a certain short-coming(s)...

Oh, and if I find out that it was her that sent him my message, and she was playing me against him, I'm probably going to talk to some of the professors she's been trying to woo, and ensure they don't give her any letters of recommendation for med-schools. Having connections to some people in high places has its perks...

EDIT DUE TO NEW INFO: Well, it turns out he never saw/heard my messages. He found out I kissed her (we did more, but hey, what you don't know won't kill you), and decided to send me that message, along with others. If he had seen/heard the messages, he probably would have been at my doorstep as soon as his crappy little car could get him over here; because he sure is going nuts as it is. So this new development sorta changes my strategy. It also gets significantly changed since she told me today that she got my message and that she loved it. So now I have to decide what to do... I'm really getting annoyed, I just want to give her an ultimatum; either leave him, or don't talk to me, but I know that would just make things bad, even if she did accept in my favor. This is just way too complicated.

I got 99 problems...

And a bitch is one.

Girl trouble is awesome. I mean, it's just the most complex thing in the world to deal with. It's not like physics, biochem, car wrecks, or programming a VCR. There is no set of rules to follow, and there is no single solution. It's just a cluster fuck; plain and simple.

So here's my latest girl problem. I've been dating this girl off and on for about a month and a half or so. So yay for that, everything was normal and cool at that point. I really like her, I think she really likes me, etc. I honestly think she's the perfect girl for me right now. It's so rare for me to meet a girl that is pretty, smart, out-going, and fun. And she speaks French (albeit Quebecois French) which is a plus. Most girls I meet have a few of those traits, but rarely all of them.

Anyway, about a week ago I went over to her place, and we were sitting around watching TV and drinking a little bit. Long story short, we end up making out for a while at the end of the night. We had kissed eachother good night, and I went home happier than I've been in a while. But of course, I'm not constantly angry for no reason, and sure enough my elation would be short-lived.

She sends me a message the next day saying something to the extent of, "Oh my god, I feel like I'm a complete whore. I had promised my ex I'd get back with him a week ago, and now that I've cheated on him I feel so crappy. I'd totally understand if you never want to talk to me again, like ohmygersh!" The first thing I thought to myself was, "WTF, promised you'd get back together? Who does that anyway? Either get back together or don't." But whatever. The next thing I decided upon, after a bunch of deliberation, was that I wasn't going to just give up on her, despite what a lot of my friends advised.

So first, some background information on her ex. He's a short little amateur kickboxer loser. I could beat this guy in a fight, and I haven't practiced Krav Maga for a while. Secondly, he's apparently really stupid, and failed out of school. Third, he's just a violent, horrible excuse for a man. He makes her feel like crap whenever he can, and will viciously attack her verbally, and break her down. He's also broken into her home, punched a hole in her wall, and broken down her door and hit her before. And if that's not enough, he's cheated on her constantly with at least 6 other women, one of which was a 31 y/o married woman. Oh, and did I mention that she has been dating this guy off and on for about 4 years? Needless to say all her friends hate him, probably because he's threatened them with violence before, and her family despises him, and they're always trying to get her to leave him, but when she does, it's usually short-lived.

So I talked to her a few days later, and it was the most awkward thing ever. She said she just ended up getting back with him because his life sucks right now; his best friends died in a car wreck, he lost his job, etc. Basically, God, if he exists, decided to take a huge dump on this guy. His best friends all died in a large car wreck, he lost his job and his other applications were all denied, he got his ass handed to him in a bunch of attempted pro kickboxing matches, and is all-around depressed apparently. Personally, I think if God does exist, He should have added penile cancer to the list of things to give the guy, but what do I know. She then went on to say that she felt so sorry for him and that he was being nice to her, so she decided to promise him that because she felt so bad. So now, I know what every rational person is thinking; "HEY, HE'S JUST MANIPULATING YOU LIKE HE ALWAYS HAS FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS!!!", but we all know girls usually aren't rational.

So then when I told her that this was pretty much just karma catching up with him, she started looking at the floor and started saying she knew, and then was saying that it's just "virgin baggage" or something (he took her virginity). She did say that she'd rather go out with me (well then, why don't you just do that?!?!) but she felt obligated towards this idiot for now. She told me to stick around for 3 weeks or so, because she said they'd probably be broken up by then. Now, I know she means well, but me waiting around like a benchwarmer for the starters to get tired is just ridiculous, and almost insulting. After talking for a bit longer, I decided it would be best just to leave her house, since she had to get up early the next morning, and it was already late. As I left the house, she leaned over to kiss me, but then stopped herself and said, "I really want to do something else, but for now I'll just have to high-five you." So that just added to the awkwardness of the whole situation.

So pretty much at this point I've decided to go after her a little bit more, and just basically tell her to choose between that guy and me. It's almost like dealing with a cult member; I can tell she really likes me, and this whole situation really bothers her, but at the same time, he has such strong control over her she refuses to leave him. Let's see if I can facilitate a break-up or not.