My lack of new posts over the past 12 days can be largely attributed to my lack of energy and time to devote to things other than very adult obligations (laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, work, etc..). Any time not spent on basic adult obligations was devoted to working on a secondary application for a unnamed Medical School that was akin to a very intense therapy session. They asked the very standard questions about what I think will be my greatest difficulty in becoming a physician and experiences that would allow me to relate to my patients; but then they also asked about how I handled situations in which I was treated unfairly, had difficulty working with others, and about personal feedback that was difficult to swallow. I spent almost the entire month allotted working on these short essays, pondering about how to best answer these questions, and feeling like this particular set of essays was in a way booby-trapped. In the end I came to the realization that in order to answer these questions in a way that was both honest and representative of who I am at this point in my life I had to give extremely personal answers, I had to expose some of my most closely guarded secrets, thoughts and options. In the end it seemed fitting that I should have to pay an additional fee to submit my secondary application simply because the process felt more like a productive therapy session than a medical school application.
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