Well, almost no chance. I made it through all the academic hurdles and got interviews at three medical schools! For those not in the know, that's a big deal. I had my first two interviews at my two favourites two months ago and heard back. Both rejected me after interview.
I wanted them so badly and I really tried my best.
After my mother heard she packed her bags and left for three days. Not exactly the supportive thing to do, but hey at least she didn't yell at me this time. Sometimes it seems that no matter how hard I try I am always doomed to fail.
One more interview remains, this month, in just over two weeks. It's my least favourite, but if I get in I'll still go. The chance to do something really worthwhile is compelling. It would be a life I could be proud of.
In other news I got a job - kind of, its as a bank support worker. I'm not getting excited. I've had two bank jobs before this one, and ended up not being given a single shift for either. Next week I have a telephone interview for another job that I'm more excited about.
We also have a foster placement with us, but only a single. I act as carer to her along with my mother. She takes up a lot of time, but it has its rewarding moments. I'm not getting paid though, but at least I think my mother is a little less stressed with some money coming into the house.
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