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1 year ago
typing out my emotions to writing my personal statement, while I’m supposed to actually be writing my personal statement.
I don’t even know where to start. I feel like crying because this part is stressful. It comes down to me, just me. I don’t want anyone elses help, I never have. Should I even have someone proofread this/it? Or am I afraid to hear the critizism? Yeah, that was spelt wrong, shit. I am glad that shit was not spelt wrong. That would’ve been semi-funny. Semi-truck. Semi-cricle.
Ok, so how am I going to make this unique and clever but yet still fit in the science world? Maybe I should not worry about trying to fit in the science mold, because I think that the best thing that I have going for me is the fact that I am not cookie cutter at all. Or maybe I just think that because I have the constant feeling that I am different and do not fit in with the world around me. Maybe I just do not want to fit in the world around me. Maybe I just like typing. Maybe I feel there is a direct connection between my brain and my fingertips at this very second. How can I write a bombass personal statement? Acid?!?!?!
Special, unique, impressive. Yes, those all explain me but I cannot just come out and say “yo, what’s up, im special, unique and impressive. I have to show, not tell. I wish I could submit a personal statement picture portfolio. DAMN THE ARTISTIC BEING INSIDE OF ME. I should have been a dancer. Or an artist. Or something that wasn’t so stressful. That was stupid, everything is stressful. Even retail, which is a mind numbing retard job. Jacob just said that I was a “brilliant little thing”. J. That makes me warm inside. Or maybe it was the coffee.
I have not experienced any crazy personal problems. Except for Nathan. But I do not think that made me suck at school, I made better grades when I was with him than when I was without, but I credit that to living on campus. Darn it. I should’ve went back.
Retail has made me realize that I HAVE to go to grad school. I cannot do this shit forever. I love it, but it’s not me.
I was meant for something bigger than my own skin. Can I use that? Or is that cocky? ACK I need guidance. I need to meet a dankass D.O. and be bff with them. And take over their office. And steal their patients. Kidding. Shazam.
Totally off topic now. Ok and….
What have a learned about being a D.O? That I was to be one, instead of a M.D because it is every reason that I ever wanted to be a doctor, I just did not know that it existed. But I do now world, so watch out. I have learned from myself that I have the drive and ambition to do anything. I have the best work ethic in the world. I take pride in everything that I do, and I thoroughly am not happy or do not enjoy things until I feel that I a performing them to the best of my ability.
I want to be a D.O, have my own practice, focus on young adults. Why? Because I have felt alone and confused for a good majority of my life. Haha, that is my own fault though. I should not be so naïve to think that I can actually make a difference to a good majority of people, or that a D.O or something could have been there for me. Wait, someone could have been. It is no ones fault, it is just how it works.
I don’t like Abercrombie at all.
Gaps and discrepancies in my academics….well…lets see here. Once upon a time I started doing shitty in school cause I started working all the time. Not really shitty, just not perfect like before. It is hard to balance the two worlds, when my happiness comes from both, and retail is instant satisfaction and school at the time was not.
Integrity, compassion for others, I never put myself first, persistence. This girl is loud and annoying. Talking about an audition in new York. You won’t get it dear, you’re too small town. And you squeal funny. But I probably do too. Which is why I’m not trying to go into a profession where I have to squeal and be excited 24/7.
Skills? I have lots of skills. Row boating skills. Not really. Leadership, communication, analytical. You name it, I can do it!
Why am I a stronger candidate than others? Because this 40 year old woman is no longer 20 like she thinks, and she needs to eat. I mean, I am jealous of her extreme thinness which is why I poke fun at it, but seriously its kind of gross. Maybe just her face was gross. Her legs were so tiny in those black tights. I’ll never have tiny legs, curses cheerleading! Curses!
I’m a stronger candidate because I have the willpower, I have the work ethic, I have the mental and emotional strength to endure. The only thing I want to do in life is to learn as much as possible and to impact and help as many people as possible, and I fear that if I do not reach these goals that I will never be satisfied or happy. What would I do with myself if I did not get into a D.O program? I might rot. From the inside out and that would smell funny.
Compelling reasons to be interested in me? I CAN MAKE COOL NOISES AND FACES AND IM SURE ANY FUTURE PATIENTS OF MINE WOULD JUST THINK IM THE COOLEST EVER. Duh.
Tell a story. Be specific. Find an angle. Oh no worries, I got the angles. Lookbook and myspace have helped me there.
Avoid clichés, well duh, that’s my life goal.
Values, philosophy, basis of values. Accomplishents, incidents, areas of weakness.
Make them want to meet you for an interview, who am I? who do I want to be? What contribution do I want to make?
OH MY GOD I COULD WRITE FOR HOURS. I have 4500 letters to explain why I’m the shit.
Dang.
I have to paint a picture, an invitation for the to get to know me, an indication of my priorities, a story, MY story.
Focus on my turning points, my personal experiences, sensory details, personal emotions, I have to communicate something original.
Oh, this should be interesting.
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