I did the Ultimate Bad Thing this semester and let a guy distract me from school. I thought we had something special and spent a significant amount of time with him or just distracted by the thought of instead of studying. My grades reflected the wasted time and I'm facing med school applications this summer with a much weaker GPA then last semester. He's ghosting me now. I don't know if I need advice or assurance that life will go on, everything just hurts right now.
Life does go on, I assure you. But lemme tell you a story about Premed Wayfaring...
Premed Wayfaring loved college. She loved having real friends for the first time and loved hanging out with them. Her best friends were her roommates and they were super fun. They ate a lot of pizza and watched an obscene amount of Golden Girls reruns. Now little Premed Wayfaring hated organic chemistry. There was no pizza, no fun roomies, and definitely no Golden Girls involved. Thus Wayfaring neglected studying SN1 and SN2 reactions and thoroughly bombed organic 1. Then one day she got a medical school interview and her interviewer said âwhat happened with organic chemistry? Thatâs sort of a big blip on your application.â Wayfaringâs response? Brutal honesty. âI had really great roommates that semester. They werenât taking organic and I let myself be distracted by them and didnât spend enough time studying.â The interviewer was taken aback. âThatâs...an honest answer.â âYes sir,â said Premed Wayfaring, âbut as you can see from my junior and senior year grades I did get my act together and learned how to study and manage my friend time better.â The interviewer was obviously convinced and recommended Wayfaringâs acceptance to medical school. And she lived happily ever after except when she was in tiny town which was actual hell.
And that, friend, is how you spin the raw truth in a positive light.
Fun fact. This little anonymous premed was me. It was my junior year of college and also the hardest year; it felt like the whole world was ending and I was never going to get into medical school.
I'm a third-year medical student now, prepping to apply to the specialty that I love.
When I wrote this ask I was working 40+ hours a week, shadowing, volunteering, studying for the MCAT -- I was fighting for my life. That has become the theme for my journey through medicine. There are months at a time when I feel like I am drowning: becoming a doctor feels impossible, I feel inadequate, my personal life feels like it's crumbling. The difference is I learned to be okay.
Four years later, I felt the same way during my surgery rotation, but learning from my past, I told myself over and over to just survive for two months. Perfection was not required, I just needed to get through one hour at a time.
At the end of the day, I put the work in, and I was okay. In medicine there will be times you need to exceed and achieve. There are other times when surviving is your goal. Take a deep breath, do what you need to, and tell yourself that this time will end.
Being okay with discomfort is critical in medicine; if you're drowning, you're growing.
Just keep your head above the water and keep putting in the work. I promise you will get to your destination. you will be okay.
this will pass, you will be okay.
Oh, that distracting man, I'm marrying him in three months.











