I took a morning call today when my doctor asked me about my schedule, and then she ask me what if this goes all south and I have to take the MCAT again. And, I thought... omg.. a third time? It seems like trip to hell with more stakes and more treachery.. and for a second, I thought I can't do this again.
I can't do this anymore. I'm going to die. Someone kill me now if I have to take the MCAT the third time, and what happen if that too goes south!?! Where will my life go? What if I die before I can actually take the MCAT? Will I die taking the MCAT? And all of this thought span in my head. Maybe, I'll spend the rest of my life taking the MCAT. And this is the end of me. The MCAT calls my name.
And all of this feeling rushes through my head. And it just make me want to cry, and cry so hard. Its has been a very long and ardious and tearful journey with this MCAT and just thinking doing it again for the 3rd or 4th time sound like a death sentence that I don't think I can ever get over and probably die in the process of taking the MCAT.
And then, It occurs to me. I really really want to this damn job. I know I might be stupid, slow, dumb, and everything above, but I want this damn so bad. And if I have to take this MCAT exam when I'm 80, I will still be taking it. I'll take it till my death bed.
And I have all this dysfunctional thoughts about myself and my life. When I was doing a practice passage that I completely failed, I just want to give up. My head was saying, "dude, maybe this is a sign you weren't meant for it", "dude, ur too stupid for this stuff, may we're too stupid to be become a doctor", and "crap, my life suck, I suck, I dont' deserved to be a doctor." , "and maybe I shouldn't be a doctor." ..."ooh, why am I so stupid, so dumb, so not good enough.." ..
and it suck. It suck to realized that things has been hard, and I just want to cry, quit, give up and never ever think about this again. I just think I'm the worse of the whole entire universe.
But then I thought about all the things that around me. First, I remember a little quote from a time my fellow MCAT buddy shared with me. She said "In order for a man to become man, he needs to undergo great struggle and complication so that he can understand more about life and about himself. Until he goes through that process, he can never mature to become a man and simply be just a bigger version of a boy." So, I realized, maybe this is my journey, maybe this is my sin and my hardship that I have must bear.
I am far from the ending. I am far from what I wanted. I don't know how long this MCAT exam will be with me. I don't know how long my path will take or where I'm going and where I am years from now. But I know I really want this.. until all the bones break in my body, until I accidently die of something stupid, I'll still be studying for this exam. Maybe life will come out of nowhere and I die tomorrow, but god damn it, I'll be studying.
So, as I cry, and feel terrible, I just hear a little voice in my head saying, "its okay, get up, let me give you a hand, lets do another passage." "lets do one more practice passage at a time." "come on, get up, let me give you a hand.", and with that voice, I did another practice passage. and in my head I scream, "I'M NOT ASKING TO GET INTO MED SCHOOL, I'M JUST ASKING TO DO THIS PASSGE A BIT FASTER", and thats it.
And here I am sitting with you tonight, I have to get to bed tomorrow. I don't know how I am going to prepare for this MCAT. I feel lost and hopeless. I have nothing except a belief that I want this.