Rejected

Having grown tired of waiting on the last school to reject me, I gave the nice people at the Tulane admissions office a call. After checking my file she said, "You should have received a letter of non-acceptance in the mail. Would you like me to reissue that letter?" I like the term "non-acceptance". It's so much kinder than rejection.

The news hit me lots easier than I thought it would. Part of me was just excited to be able to move on with my life and figure out what is next. I still want to be a geriatrician and I'm not giving up on that, but I'm not going to be depressed if this is not the year I get to start that. More people are rejected...ahem...not accepted than those that are so I take comfort in the fact that I'm in the majority.

Recently I found out that I am only 7 classes shy of a dual degree in public administration and gerontology. An MPA was going to be my back up plan anyway if I didn't get into med school after reapplying. This way if I don't get in the second time around, I won't have wasted my time. With my two masters degrees I should be employable. If I do get in, having an MPA is not a bad thing to go with an MD and a MS in gerontology.

So it looks like there is a good chance that I will continue at USC next year and continue my life here at the retirement home. I'm excited about that. Otherwise I would miss out on great conversations like the one I had today with the 70-something year old man who was asking my advice on what to do with his 92 year old female stalker. I guess some problems transcend all generations. He's thinking of just telling her that he's not interesting. I just hope she handles non-acceptance well.