So at 9:00 tomorrow night, our rank lists are due, and the programs' lists are also due. So now it is (literally) just a waiting game to find out where the universe will place us for the next few years. Although for the big computer who makes our matches (I imagine the Sorting Hat + the ENIAC), this is really his one time of year to shine.
Finally the majority of our fourth year responsibilities are over. We did our away rotations, we took Step 2 (both parts of it), we did our Acting Internship, we sent in our applications, we bought a suit, we traveled all over the place for interviews, we outgrew our suit, we sent 6,000 thank you notes (ONLY 6,000 you say? You must have forgotten some people!!), and we finally certified our rank list.
The hard part of medical school is over. We can finally see the light at the end of this four-year tunnel. We worked so hard to get to this point, and the light is finally here! But wait... There's something off about that light.... Something sinister seems to be lurking behind it...
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Ohhhh right! After we graduate, we have to be interns!! This false sense of vacation and freedom we have is really just to lull us into a reverie until the angler fish (residency) EATS US and we fall right back to the bottom of the food chain to enter what will be one of the most challenging (and rewarding? yes? please..?) years of our lives.
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