A few weeks after graduating from Skidmore in 2014, I was on a bicycle, pedaling (slowly) from Providence, R.I., to Seattle, Wash., with a lovely organization called “Bike & Build.” I spent the following year working at UCSF in a psychophysiology lab and then left home for a year to live in Innsbruck, Austria, on a Fulbright research grant.
After a year of eating strudel and staring at mountains (among other things), I found myself back in San Francisco. I took the MCAT and applied to medical school, a lengthy and emotional process that can make the most even-keeled individuals feel slightly neurotic. A year has gone by since I discovered medical school was not in my immediate future, and I am currently living in Nepal working for Population Services International as a Princeton in Asia fellow.
Disappointments are painful, but one rejection does not disqualify you from the many other opportunities out there, especially for us Skidmore graduates. If I had gotten into medical school, I would not be in Kathmandu right now, writing to you and drinking lassi. Good luck, and feel free to send me an email any time. I would love to catch up.