waitlist antics

Luckily, I never had to deal with the waiting game that is the medical school waitlist, where hopefuls waste away while hoping beyond hope to hear that they’ve been accepted. It’s kind of like those silly eliminations or whatever on The Bachelor. You have no idea where you stand until you’re picked. Sure, they can tell you that you’re in the “top tier” or “bottom half,” but those words don’t mean anything when you don’t know how many of you there are in each of these tiers or halves or where exactly you fall. How long can hopefuls hold out hope before they go insane? Well, hopefully until whenever their school of choice begins fall classes because that’s the last possible time that someone can get accepted. But in the meantime, boy do they whine. And call admissions offices. And email admissions offices. And whine some more. Rinse and repeat.

I’ve been reading some forums on the waitlist at my medical school for this year’s incoming class because I want to know the fate of my major professor’s machinations. And what do I read? My possible future colleagues complaining about how our admissions office isn’t dropping everything to answer their constant phone calls and emails. Supposedly, we’re even not picking up the phone. The horror! Seriously, grow up, people! Do you think you’re the only one who wants to know your fate? Do you think you’re the only one harassing these very nice people at the admissions office? If I were them, I would run screaming. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but this is just the way it is and your pestering isn’t going to help you. Sure, some things help, like writing letters expressing interest and detailing recent noteworthy activities. But calling and emailing the admissions office every other minute isn’t going to help you. And it just might piss someone off. So, please don’t force the very nice people who work at our admissions office to go into early retirement. I like them and from what I can see on these forums, I don’t like you whiners who think you’re good enough to go to my medical school (when you’re obviously not since you’re whining so much). So shut up and take the wait like a man already.

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