It’s times like these that I wish I had kept a diary when I was younger. So that I could look back and remind myself why exactly it was that I wanted to be a doctor again. It’s funny how I’ve been so passionate about my motivations, and then the night before the day that I need it, I realize that I’ve taken it for granted for so long that I forgot what it was in the first place.

This is MCAT take II. Mission: complete the test. Yeah, I’ve dropped my bar pretty low, I mean, who can expect to get a high score when I couldn’t even finish the test the first try? It’s time for me to move on with my life, because I’ve let this one test occupy me for too long. I don’t need to go to a good med school, I just need to go to one.