Med-School

It's February. I sent my application off in the middle of October. All offers are given by mid-april. Would you not b slightly shitting yourself if you hadn't got anything but a rejection back from your respective universities? I am. All the time. Even as i write this the feeling is growing and i almost want to cry. So most of the time, i shove it away somewhere, to the back of my mind. Out of sight, out of mind. I check UCAS everyday to see if anything has changed, but it hasn't.

I was rejected by Peninsula, although they haven't yet logged that rejection on UCAS. But that is most probably due to their shitty organisational abilities.

A girl in one of my classes has had an offer from Manchester. And so, co-incidentally, has her boyfriend. Manchester are giving out offers and i haven't even had an interveiw with them yet.

All i want, all i want in this life, is to devote it to a worthwile cause, one that will really make a difference to peoples lives. I REALLY fucking want to be a doctor. REALLY BADLY. And i havn't even stood face to face with an admissions tutor to be able to tell them this in person.
The crying thing is going to happen again, so i'm going to sleep.