A month ago, I found myself pondering about where my life would take me. I had three upcoming interviews to study Medicine, my notes were disorganised - I was generally a mess. But being where I am, in the state I am today, makes me surprised at how much an individual can change in such a short period of time.
A month ago, I blogged about my fear.
Today, I blog about my happiness.
Somehow, by the work of God, I have received an offer to study Medicine!! Thinking the interview went horrific, I even recall getting icecream for the train journey home, and solemnly consumed the calorific treat I would undoubtedly regret later. On that Tuesday, I felt as if all of my efforts to get to interview had been wasted - GCSEs, AS exams, piano exams, first aid courses, volunteering for a year, baking for charity, giving up half of my summer to shadow doctors, preparing and sitting the previously ominous UKCAT.
The following Monday however, at school, I went to the most hidden computer in the sixthform room to reluctantly check my email, half expecting the worst, and half expecting to see an empty imbox - the same inbox I'd faced the past few days.
But there, in my inbox, sat a blue line - a highlighted new email: St George's University of London.
In a panic, I immediately minimised it and gathered myself, before surveying my surroundings - nobody was close enough to see my screen. So, I clicked on the bar, and looked at the email once again. And blinked.
The title of the email: MBBS offer.
Ultimately, I feel incredibly grateful to be where I am. Almost like I don't deserve it. Several people I know didn't get a single interview, which angers me more than anything. I wish I could give them my other interviews. I hope that God gives them strength to try again, or find their path. I don't doubt that each and every one of my friends will be the masters of whatever career they pursue.
And now, me. I, have an offer to study Medicine; a chance to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. It's really quite intimidating. But I've knuckled down, and buried my head in my books. I know that God will give me and my friends the strength to succeed and achieve our potential, and that fills me with determination. I still have yet to hear from UEA, and have an interview at Bristol ahead of me, in addition to exams, three months from tomorrow. But I feel mentally prepared for what I need to do, and I now how to do it this time round.
So, here I am. For once, behaving as the optimist that I frequently claim to be.
