If you ask any pre-med student, “what would you do for a chance to study medicine?”  ninety-nine per cent of them will answer with an emphatic, “ANYTHING!” and then regret it later on.  Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a really bad reality television show along with thousands of other people all fighting for that top prize – a seat in medical school.  Everyday that passes by; you just hope that you don’t get put up for elimination.  The cloud of doubt, the endless prayers sent to the medicine gods, and the relentless whining to strangers, all will seem so trivial if you end up getting what you want.  Nonetheless, it helps to pass the time. 

If you make it through the first round of elimination, then it probably means that your grades are good enough… for now.  Not very comforting, I know.  Then you get thrown into a pool of leeches, i.e. overachievers who will probably get into multiple medical schools (I despise these leeches), where you will hope that you don’t get eaten up and forgotten forever.  At that point you become a “scrapper,” clawing and climbing your way to the top so that the admissions committee will notice you.  You become desperate and call them periodically to ask them about your status.  Really, what you’re asking them is, “did you throw my application in the garbage yet?” 

Before you even get to the next elimination round, you have to make it through the interview.  To make it to the interview, you hope that you’re interesting enough for the committee to want to talk to you.  At the interview, the producers (i.e. the admission committee members) will look at you under a microscope to determine if they want you in their show.  You sit there with your sweaty palms and adult diapers hoping to god that they don’t notice that you’re extremely nervous.  Still, getting an interview is no guarantee that you will get in.  Getting a rejection letter post interview is like getting bitch slapped with a hand accessorized by a brass knuckle.  It’s not fun. 

Even if you make it through the interview, you’re going to have to wait because you know that the schools interview way more candidates than they can accommodate.  So you resort back to whining and praying to make the time go by.  And in the end, if you become victorious, becoming that “sole survivor,” realize that it’s just the beginning.  The irony is that, you’re fighting for a chance to work and not a million dollars.  With that said, I am one of those people who would proudly answer the question with an emphatic, “ANYTHING.”