I had a pleasant surprise on Tuesday. That was the day I finally got my MCAT scores back. I had been anxiously waiting for them to be released for a month and I really did not know what to expect. The last hour of my cell biology class was really just wasted time. I could hardly pay attention to a thing my professor was saying. When I finally got home and saw the score - 37P - I was startled but very pleased. In all of my practice tests I had never scored higher than 32-33. No more studying for the MCAT. I honestly didn't study as well as I should have, so maybe I got a little bit lucky. I'm grateful for my luck and that I can move on with my medical school application. Acceptance rates for my score and GPA are around 30%, so by no means is getting into medical school a done deal.
Speaking of which, I really have no clue where I want to go. While talking with my doctor this week, he said with my MCAT I should apply to a few of my dream schools, other good schools, and then to a few backups. I was thinking, "And what are my dream schools?" The only factors that I currently use to differentiate between schools is location, tuition, and rankings. I know rankings often misrepresent or fail to represent things that matter most to me however.
Friday evening was the night for night games. The ward played capture the flag. I enjoyed it until no one could find the flags. Then we tried some other games and they were a bust. I met up with Jimmy and Nicole's posse later to play Commando. It was all right. I don't think I liked it too much because it's a game that makes you run like a maniac and hide like a frightened animal. It was a little too frantic for me. Plus I injured myself earlier in the night and I kept on making it worse through the evening. At one point I fell to my face on the ground, but my fist was under my chest. It sent pain up and down my trachea and made my breathing sensitive for a few minutes.
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