I was a year away and things sorta fell apart. I think it’s appropriate to start this up again. I just gotta cook more. Also, the monster breakfast burrito gave me the worst shit of my life. The breakfast burritos were my togo breakfast the next day. I remember walking down California and then feeling like I had to pee out of my butt. I eventually got into the testing building early and was proud that I had left my self some time to use the bathroom. The security guard rang me in and had me sit down in the lobby with the other MCATters. Nazi style. He said we had to sit in specific seats and even kicked out a boyfriend of one of the girl MCATters. He practically yelled at him. So I waited for the go ahead to proceed upstairs where the test center should accommodate us better. I had to squeeze real hard to keep my shit together. Literally. I was making diamonds. After 15 minutes I said fuck this. I went up to the booth and kindly explained to the security guard that I had to use the bathroom. He asked me if it can wait. I leaned in about 2 feet to his face, and in front of all the MCATters I was going to MCAT with, I said flatly, “no.” His eyes widened and he jumbled for his keys as he scuttle around the booth. Follow me! He said in a panic. He evolved from a midget Hitler to the white rabbit late for his date. All in all it ended well. I did not feel I tested well, but I don’t think anyone is confident coming out of the test.
Update: So apparently I did very well. My only advice to future pre-meds now is this: eat at a 7 dollar korean chinese buffet the night before the test and stuff yourself. Then right before the test take some epsom salt. Works like a charm.
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