MCAT

It's done. Hopefully I'll never take it again. Let's be honest, even if I get a bad score, no way am I paying $235 again to take a 5 hour test.

Here's the thing. Last week I was freaking out about it. I think that was apparent. I was having a break down at least once a week. And then this week something just happened. It was like I woke up Monday morning and thought "OMG the MCAT is in four days" and then got up like it was no big deal. It wasn't like all of a sudden I decided that it wasn't going to be hard or that I had studied enough. Someone even told me how much worse their husband did on the real thing than on the practice tests. It was just... magical.

Everyone was wishing me good luck. Seriously. Everyone. Even my boss's boss's boss knew what day I was taking it and tip-toed by me when she saw me studying. It was like everyone banded together around me. People were bringing me chocolate to work that said "Good on your GED" (I think it translates to "Good luck on your MCAT"). People were telling me that they were praying for me, as well as was their unborn child. My favorite coworker even bought me lettuce wraps from PF Chang's for lunch one day as a way of saying "even if you fail the MCAT, the world is still good because there are lettuce wraps!". My fortune said something about having good luck this month. Good sign? I think yes.

And it wasn't like I was under less stress. I had to place a lot of EFY participants at work on a shorter work week. I just got a new calling and had to be trained on how to do it, as well as go on a few visits to the Relief Society sisters. I had to take a friend who was bleeding out of their rectum to the ER and missed more work, in addition to the day off I was taking and the holiday on Monday. And I had class. It was such a busy week but I just didn't care. I studied when I was free and did other stuff, too. I got froyo. I went on a lovely picnic. It was just a great, stress free week. Even with the freak thunder/rain/hail storm.

It was like after four months of praying for success on the MCAT as well as for calmness leading up to it paid off. And it wasn't just me. I know a lot of my family and friends were praying for me, too. And that really helped. As I went to sit at the testing computer I thought "there's no way I'll fail. I know that I'm supposed to be a doctor and so many people are praying for me!".

And now... it's over. I didn't do terrible but I'm sure I didn't do great. I'll get my scores back in a month. And then I'll go from there. But for now, it's time to go to Vegas.