Thank you to everyone on NN for the warm welcome! I said my next post was going to be about bSMART, but I need to let this out.
A friend recently told me that the med school application process would be filled with emotional ups and downs. Let’s just say last night was a huge DOWN.
In the case that a med school admissions officer decides to google my name and finds this, I’m sorry but I have to be honest about the process. Gaining admission into academic institutions has become a commodity. Pay Kaplan and Princeton Review your thousands, and your results are “guaranteed.”
I went to a public high school that didn’t provide me with high end counseling services, so I was quite proud when I got into Duke on my own. Now that I’m applying to medical school, I feel like it’s a whole new ball game. I want to believe that passion, creativity, and genuine interest are valued but yesterday I had a rude awakening.
As per my father’s request that I get some important questions answered, I had a meeting with an admissions consultant at a prep company who also happened to be an admissions officer and graduate of a medical school I’m considering (conflict of interest, anyone?). I had heard about these services but always believed that it was up to me, the candidate, to best represent myself.
After taking a quick look at my personal statement, the consultant just goes “why do you talk so much about your research?” I told him that the essay shows who I am. Did he want to hear the sappy, emotional, “I have to be a doctor because it is my calling” type of thing? I think it’s a wonderful profession and I want to commit my life to providing excellent patient care, but my essay is not going to be a tearjerker.
Unlike for a lot of pre-meds, research just wasn’t some hollow vessel that I used to get my foot through the door. It introduced me to an aspect of medicine that I really enjoy. In addition to learning about diseases, I established problem-solving skills that I can apply to clinical research. Just because you enjoy working in a lab doesn’t mean you want to do a PhD. And why should I not emphasize research? It was a really important part of my undergraduate experience. Plus, I don’t want to be like the Chief of Radiation Oncology (at a great hospital) I met last year who did not know what p53 or cyclins were.
I also discussed my involvement with service in my essay; I started an ESL program in the Durham Public Schools two years ago. It gave me a level of social awareness that is important for providing the best patient care. The consultant seemed as if he could care less and made it quite obvious that I wasn’t iterating what med school admissions officers “wanted” to hear. Not all pre-meds these days work in HIV clinics in Kenya (greatly admire those who do) or get Science publications (luck, anyone?) or run triathlons and pull a 40 on the MCAT. He used these people as examples of “stand-out candidates” who are just “made of a different DNA.” Well, I guess that resolves the nature versus nurture debate! Genius!
He made a point of scaring me about the process…telling me stories of mean admissions officers who made him feel like walking right out of the room. At that point, I hope he realized that he was exactly the type of person he seemed to despise.
At the end of the hour, I simply could not believe that someone could be so arrogant and rude in judging students. Quite frankly, I don’t want to go to a medical school that doesn’t treat all prospective students with respect and value. This person made me question whether the school would even be a good fit for me. The worst part was his candidness about the job: “You know, I’m on an admissions committee already so I figured I’d just make extra money doing this…It’s great money.” Seriously?! That’s exactly what these prep companies are all about. These resources are so unequally distributed and their affordability is completely class dependent. The cost of $800 for a class or counseling is the combined monthly cost of rent+food for many families!
After I left, my dad asked how it went and whether meeting with him in the future would be helpful during this process. I just remained silent. I know who I am and why I want to be a physician. I am not going to dump money so that an “expert” can craft me into whoever admissions officers want me to be. Despite the plummet in my self-esteem yesterday, I do think it’s possible that other admissions officers will appreciate me for who I am and all the other students who are made of normal DNA.