A unique rejection letter.

I received a very ... appalling letter from a particular medical school.  I thought about censoring the identity of the medical school and deleting parts of the letter, but then I decided against it because I thought it would take away from the legitimacy of the whole thing.  Below is the letter I received, word for word and straight out of my gmail, and my just-as-ridiculous response (that I would send if I weren't so reasonable and professional).

Just another "Brown Party"

Here's a somewhat funny situation that happened to me a few months ago.  Brown parties are always a unique scenario.  I know that my better gingery half HATES going to them, because it's gotta be tough being the only white guy in the room.  Anyway, a series of incredibly frustrating events began shortly after my arrival at a family friend's house.  This family has known me for almost my entire life, but it was hard for me to even tolerate being at their house because they had three younger boys.  Therefore, dealing with four younger boys (if you include my brother) and none of my friends was AWFUL.

As soon as I walked into the house, it was almost as if I was slapped.  It was the first time anyone besides my friends and immediate family had seen my newly highlighted hair.  What was the reaction?

Evil in the World?

A good friend and I had a discussion a while ago about bad people.  She believed that bad people didn't exist, but I believe that they do.

What defines a bad person?

Once Upon a Time, I was a waitress.

It's been a while since I've written.  I am super bad at updating, apparently, so I'm going to spend today working on a bunch of posts so that I can really try to update weekly!

Now, this story has been on my mind for a couple of months, but it still really irritates me.  My real friends already know about this story, but here it is.

Best Break Ever.

This vacation was a fantastic way to celebrate with my friends, relax, and to close off my college career.  I had been dreaming of a vacation like this for years and years:  one with no parents, one with a boyfriend, one to a foreign country, one with sunshine and warm weather, one with natural beauty ... ah.  So much perfection in this vacation.

Of course, with perfection comes (although slight and pretty much negligible and probably funny) imperfections, if that even makes sense.  Of course, I already have told the story of getting pulled over by the cops and other driving screw-ups... but that was before the REAL vacation began.

Haha, what a way to start "Spring Break."

The last 24 hours have been some of my most embarrassing, scary, and emotionally exhausting hours in my entire life.

Girl Problems

Let me preface this entry with this: I can't believe I haven't written in TWO months!!  I suppose it was a combination of me being pretty content and being pretty lazy... haha.  I hope I still have a few people who would read this--rebuilding an audience is difficult.  On that note, if you like what I write, feel free to comment or share! :)


Anyway, now that I'm starting to grow up a bit, I pay for my own medications/gas/food, make my own appointments, and drive myself places.  Independence feels good ... but DAMN, it can be frustrating.

Showboating

It's almost finals crunch time, so I've been really terrible about writing in this blog... oh well.  It'll hopefully improve next year! :D

Anyway, I just wanted to say something about what I've been seeing more and more frequently now that a lot of people I know are applying to graduate schools.  And I will admit that I am guilty of doing this for a while ... but then I realized how much it annoys me and how inconsiderate it may be to others, so I decided to stop doing this.

I can't believe I'm writing about this ...

Yeah, I know, I haven't written in this blog for the entire month.  I'm kind of embarrassed by it, actually.  I've had a lot of ideas but I suppose this month has been a bit rough for me personally.  Le sigh.  Motivation, where are you?

There is only SO much one can take.

As you all may or may not know, I am currently applying to medical school.  Let me just preface this entry by saying that I have no idea how the f*ck future generations are going to get in, because it is so extremely ridiculously competitive that it is making me sick (literally sick, I've been sick for weeks and I don't know how I'm going to get better anytime soon).  Let me also preface this entry by saying that I am not intending to brag or boast about my current statistics--I will try to describe my situation in a discreet way so that you get the idea but I don't want to rub anything in anyone's face.