::::: The Rejected :::::

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Since my acceptance I have been sitting on my ass contemplating whether or not I should find a job so that I can try and knock down some of my undergraduate loans before the start of MSI. The problem is that I’m not really qualified for anything! My undergraduate major really did not prepare me for the real world. Nowadays companies expect you to have years of work experience in your field before they even call you for an interview. Unless you’re applying for a position at your father’s company, it’s going to be really difficult to get your foot in the door as a new graduate. So I guess it was vital for me to get into professional school and not waste my days sitting in front of the computer writing meaningless crap like right now. At least now my parents can get off my back about hassling me to find a job for the time being. They know that I will finally be employed one day. That’s if I graduate of course. In the terrible scenario that I don’t graduate, I’ll probably follow my first love, which is to move to Hollywood and become a gigolo. Just kidding! It might be a good hobby to pick up one day though. No really, I would love to be a writer of a medical comedy that’s loosely based on my life...If you would like to read more please click here.

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The other day I got the official acceptance package in the mail. As I ripped through the package like a kid on Christmas morning and flipped through some of the brochures, my eyes immediately noticed the huge bolded figure. I almost shat my pants. I mean I knew what I was getting into when I first applied to med school as far as the amount of work I’m going to have to do, but nothing could have prepared me for the amount of debt that’s waiting for me in the near future. I’d always thought that I would figure it out when I get there. I will attempt to breakdown all the costs in US dollars as if this was a MasterCard commercial.

Cost of…
Total Tuition and Fees – 122,517
Total Living Expenses – 44,552
Total Travel Expenses – 9,281
Interest Expenses – A Gazillion Dollars!!
The MD behind your name and the endless “poon” you’re going to get or ever want…priceless.

I just hope I still have a full head of hair when I’m done. I’m already beginning to notice that my forehead is getting bigger. I pray that it doesn’t reach the back of my neck any time soon.

With my acceptance letter in hand I proceeded to go to a bank in hopes that they’ll throw money at me or at the very least worship the ground that I walk on; I was expecting to be treated like royalty knowing that I would be a great investment for them. However, none of those things happened and I left feeling insecure, vulnerable, and somewhat bloated (The block of cheese I had earlier that morning was beginning to wreak havoc on my digestive system. I’m glad I didn’t do anything embarrassing during the meeting.) I should’ve taken my sister’s advice and wore something slutty. O well, I’ll save that for next time.

The guy who did the paperwork for my line of credit looked like he was in his mid to late 20s with a very noticeable reseeding hairline. He was a little overweight, but he hid his large beer belly well by...Continued Here

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As of right now I have been out of school for a little over five months. That number will eventually rise to a little over nine months when I start med school. I’m actually enjoying my time waking up whenever I want, wearing sweatpants all the time (it’s the only type of pant my ass can fit into right now), and sitting in front of the television watching shows that try to convince me that this is actually how the world works. Well, when you become a hermit like me, you don’t know any better and you start to believe that everybody is running around with guns and explosive fluids in his or her pockets. The good news is that if you’re a girl you can casually ask the terrorist, “OOHH are you happy to see me or is that explosives in your pocket?” To which the terrorist replies, “It’s explosives.” “Well I’ll be damn.” To some, that might be the most action you’ll ever get from a man.

Every time I turn on the TV I always see this older blonde lady holding somebody hostage while attempting to converse with the detainee in a condescending manner. My mom would walk in and ask me why I was watching Martha Stewart. That Martha, she really knows how to make a chocolate cake out of nothing but yarn and dirt! Bravo! What’s worse than Martha Stewart is...Continued Here

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I think I've made my point! More on this later...

[everyadam]

Updated: Read The First Snowfall Here.

[everyadam]

How do we get anywhere if we’re constantly being told where to go? How can we think for ourselves when there are people out there who constantly think for us? When do we back down and let things go even though it might eat us up inside? When do we fight? Is it even worth it to fight? How can we grow up as independent thinkers if we can’t bolster our opinions because we’re afraid that we might get condemned for them? How do we knock people off their high horse, the ones who abuse their power to manipulate us into nothing but worthless beings to feed their ego and to mold us into something more palatable?

There comes a time in a man or a women’s life when he or she has to make a choice between backing down or fighting for what he or she believe is right. When you choose the latter option, be aware that an inevitable ripple effect will occur. Retaliation will trigger subsequent eye for an eye action that will eventually lead you back to where you started. Although, fighting back means that you’re standing up for yourself and that you respect yourself enough to not let people push you around. Remember that saying “no” is always more powerful than saying “yes” in any situation.

Maybe it’s because I was born with an incurable disease that affects every single male in my family dating back to the early 1400s – The Alpha Male Syndrome – that my first innate reaction is to argue and make it known that I won’t back down from a little challenge. When I feel threatened for doing something that another person deems unfavorable I resort to finding alternatives to getting around it. My next mode of action is to wait. Sound simple enough right? Waiting provides me a chance to think and work out what my next action will be and it also gives the person or thing time to think about what just happened. Some might be dumb enough to think that nothing happened and go along their merry ways. Also, during this time you tend to think about the “what ifs” and if any one of those scenarios are even worth it to implement. Most of the time it’s not even worth fighting for because as the old saying goes, “when you fight with an idiot it’s sometimes hard to distinguish between the two of you.” However, I rarely take this route because I hate to lose and I love to argue. Maybe I should’ve tried to become a lawyer or in English terms, a barrister instead.

On a final note, the internet does not make people anonymous and information always gets skewed by those who try to regulate it. All of what you read could just be a façade, it’s up to you to decide what is real and what isn’t. And as far as fighting back goes, always make a decision where the outcome will benefit you. If that means doing nothing, then that's a choice you're going to have to live with.

[everyadam]

Like most aspiring physicians, I am hooked to anything that has to do with medicine on television. However, my favorite medical show on TV right now is not a show about some bimbo complaining about which doctor she wants to have sex with, or about a man who has a disability and walks around with the sort of sarcasm that I tend to identify with all awhile curing the most unusually and unrealistic cases, rather it is a reality television show about ugly people with low self-esteem called Extreme Makeover. Could it be that I too can identify with those Uglies? Man those plastic surgeons are god among men who possess the kind of eye that is able to take note of the smallest of details. They are true artists. I admire the fact that plastic surgeons are able to see beauty in everything or create something beautiful out of a bag of potatoes...continued here.

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Updated: "Money, Power, Respect"

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Updated: The People Beneath Us - My Views on the Working Class

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Updated: Doctors are the Rockstars of the Professional World