My own future seems just as uncertain as did that of Marty McFly's. After taking the MCAT on the 14th, I have had mixed feelings. I'm sure my score will not be what I would like. I was devastated when I left. I've since come to terms with it. Worse case scenario I have to retake it. It's not the end of the world. My family loves me. I'm at peace.
As far as the MCAT went, there was a part of both the physical sciences section and the biological sciences section where I just stared blankly at the screen hoping upon hope that somehow an angel would appear before me and guide me to the correct answer. Alas, no such angel appeared. I was on my own.
The verbal section was okay I thought. Those who took the exam the same day as I did have commented on how "easy" the verbal section was. I think many of those same people will be dismayed by their score. Sure it wasn't like reading something in a foreign language, yet the sheer length of the passages, and the complexity of some of the questions will certainly curb the enthusiasm of many, including me.
So what am I to do now? I don't need to feverishly study random physics equations. I don't have to balance chemical reactions, nor do I need to worry about stereochemisty. I decided to read. Yes read. And not some convoluted textbook. I have decided to read a book I have been referred to on more than one occasion: "The House of God." And what a doozy of a book it is too! I am thoroughly enjoying every scintillating page. It is candy for premedical and medical students. It shows that medicine isn't really what you find on "Grey's Anatomy." And it's awesome. I will review it in more depth later as I am currently but halfway through.
For those who have yet to take the MCAT, take heart. You know the material. Just show them. To those who are done with the MCAT, find something you enjoy doing and do that. Live a little. You deserve it. I know I do.
