Yes, yes, I realize today is September 24th.
But since we're talking about dates, because I brought it up and all, I always wear a watch that has the date because I can never remember the date. Random dates, I know well.
325 - Council of Nicea.But the date, as in the date of the actual present day, I have a hard time remembering. Especially when I'm on nights where you start on one day and end on another and then the days start to meld together and you lose track of time. All this leads to this niggling... concern that if I were to ever have to have the mini mental status exam done on myself, that I would fail it because I can't remember what day/date it is and would be considered not oriented to time and thus declining. Anyway...
1066 - Norman invasion of England.
1283 - Dante sees Beatrice for the first time.
September 29, 2013 - Series finale of Breaking Bad.
More specifically, September 15th, 9 AM ET, the date you can certify and submit your myERAS application and begin applying to residency programs. I played it cool. I followed my usual Sunday morning routine. Then I had lunch. I even took a nap. And then I certified and submitted my application and went on with my life.
But yesterday, I made the mistake of visiting the SDN forums, the place where pre-meds, med students, and residents go to have meltdowns over minor things and psych each other out.
I went to the ERAS and NRMP Match forum, and that was when I saw The Posts. The Posts where people were talking about how they already got interview offers. A couple of people even got interview offers Last Week, the first week ERAS was open. People were getting interviews and on my end it was complete Radio Silence.
And of course, I started thinking about what would happen come March 17th if I did not match. And what would happen if I still couldn't find a position during the SOAPy/Scrambly days. And what would happen if by graduation I remained, essentially, unemployed.
And then I got a zit on my chin. The first zit I've gotten in... I don't even remember when.
But today, today, I heard the little ding of the special alert I set on the Boxcar app letting me know whenever I get an email from the AAMC. Ding! And I saw It. The First Interview Invite.
Somebody likes me on paper!
And this is a huge deal for me. Huge. Ginormous really. Because the majority of the faculty and administration at my medical school, save for the ones who have stood by me and stood up for me, are all expecting me to not match because my medical school academic record is like one big, ugly zit that no one wants to have, and I was warned that if I did not match, it would not be the school's fault but rather my own fault. All my fault.* All at once I texted my brother, called my mom, and sent a reply back scheduling my interview.
I am very talented like that.
Also, somebody likes me!
*No shit. I got that in an actual letter. From the dean. He's now no longer dean though.