A couple of weeks ago I was rejected by Edinburgh university for medicine.
Now, it's no secret that my heart was set on this Scottish uni, despite hating bagpipes, kilts, haggis, the cold winter weather and the scottish accent.
However, I do have an offer for King's College London.
At first, I was pretty gutted about this. London is big and scary and impersonal.
People rush past one another in the street. On the tube everyone keeps to themselves, absorbed in their ipads and kindles, their own thoughts and their own world. It's not very friendly. No one smiles at each other as they pass by. Mcdonalds seem to appear on just about every street corner. The churches are big and crowded, very much unlike my home village church. Not somewhere that really appeals to me. It's different to my small village community, and I'm not a fan of change.
Fortunately, I'm pretty confident this is where God wants me. The more and more I look at London and all the amazing opportunities it will give me as a student, the more excited I get about September. I think it was partly pride that made me so upset. KCL is an amazing med school, in the top 10! But I thought I could do better, despite my initial UCAS application being very half-hearted.
God has really proven to me that He knows best. It sounds silly, but sometimes head knowledge needs a little push to become heart knowledge! It's like that C.S.Lewis quote I've written about, God is sending me to the university that is right for me, and not just the one I thought I wanted to go to. I thought I would hate the prospect of going to London to university, but in just a couple of weeks my mind has changed! Proving its' unreliability and indecisiveness of humans.
Either way, I am now very excited about September. My teachers are appealing Edinburgh's decision, but I think regardless of whether or not they give me an offer after, I'll be jumping quite happily on to the London 2012 bandwagon...
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Tuesday, 21 February 2012
University Applications
I've come to the conclusion that this blogging lark is harder than I first anticipated. I've realised the insignificance of my opinions and just how mundane my life is. My friend told me to just share what's on my mind...
Today I was asked why I want to study medicine at university. And, for the first time ever, I hesitated. This wasn't the usual, 'the word is on the tip of my tongue I just can't think of it' hesitation. This was a full blown 'I don't know why on earth I have applied to do medicine' hesitation. In the end I settled for giving the spiel I effectively learnt for my university interviews, and seemed to satisfy the person who asked.
In truth?
I no longer have no idea why I am applying to do medicine.
Perhaps it's because it's just what smart people seem to do. Generally, people think I'm dumb. I don't blame them!
Until very recently I was convinced London was right next to Birmingham (it isn't) and located directly in the centre of England (again, it isn't).
Even my A-level teachers couldn't mask their initial surprise when they found out my GCSE grades. My friends make comments about me being thick and I don't think any of my teachers realistically expect me to do particularly outstanding this year. Perhaps I just wanted to finally prove to people that I'm not your average airhead.
In my UCAS personal statement, I talked about being inspired by the way my Dad was treated during his battle with MS. The way the doctors diagnosed and treated him, and supported us as a family. Perhaps at the time this was my main motivation, in fact I'm sure it was. I saw something I could be good at and wanted to do. Somewhere along the way I have lost that desire.
Nevertheless, I have convinced scores of teachers, friends, family and even universities that I am certain I am going to make an excellent doctor, and that it is the only career my heart desires.
In truth?
I haven't got a clue. I have no idea what I want to do in September. I have no idea if I still consider becoming a doctor to be worth 5 years extra studying. I have no idea what my future holds.
Thankfully I have a God who does know, a God who has a perfect plan. And that is more than enough for me!
Today I was asked why I want to study medicine at university. And, for the first time ever, I hesitated. This wasn't the usual, 'the word is on the tip of my tongue I just can't think of it' hesitation. This was a full blown 'I don't know why on earth I have applied to do medicine' hesitation. In the end I settled for giving the spiel I effectively learnt for my university interviews, and seemed to satisfy the person who asked.
In truth?
I no longer have no idea why I am applying to do medicine.
Perhaps it's because it's just what smart people seem to do. Generally, people think I'm dumb. I don't blame them!
Until very recently I was convinced London was right next to Birmingham (it isn't) and located directly in the centre of England (again, it isn't).
Even my A-level teachers couldn't mask their initial surprise when they found out my GCSE grades. My friends make comments about me being thick and I don't think any of my teachers realistically expect me to do particularly outstanding this year. Perhaps I just wanted to finally prove to people that I'm not your average airhead.
In my UCAS personal statement, I talked about being inspired by the way my Dad was treated during his battle with MS. The way the doctors diagnosed and treated him, and supported us as a family. Perhaps at the time this was my main motivation, in fact I'm sure it was. I saw something I could be good at and wanted to do. Somewhere along the way I have lost that desire.
Nevertheless, I have convinced scores of teachers, friends, family and even universities that I am certain I am going to make an excellent doctor, and that it is the only career my heart desires.
In truth?
I haven't got a clue. I have no idea what I want to do in September. I have no idea if I still consider becoming a doctor to be worth 5 years extra studying. I have no idea what my future holds.
Thankfully I have a God who does know, a God who has a perfect plan. And that is more than enough for me!
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