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name: cara l.c. kawahara
dob: july 22, 1977 (gifts accepted) birthplace: honolulu, hawaii family: dad, mom, 2 brothers, 1 sister-in-law, 1 niece, 2 grandparents, 6 aunts, 8 uncles, 17 cousins, 5 2nd cousins (twin boys on the way will make that 7) places i've lived: pearl city, hawaii eugene, oregon new orleans, louisiana metairie, louisiana schools i've attended: our savior lutheran preschool pearl harbor elementary school highlands intermediate school pearl city high school university of oregon tulane university school of medicine occupation: medical student what i want to be when i grow up: family physician |
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Life at Med School
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the life of a torn bubble trying to stay afloat |
After being told be friends who have read my statement that I don't sound like a retard, I sent my attending my draft of my statement. My heart is still pounding over the fear of what will come of this action. Maybe by fearing the worst, the result won't be as bad and it will be a happy experience in the end. What have I done?!? Time to go to work. Oh and now I wait for the response of getting Dr. Dola to write a letter and the reaction of Lotti about by statement. Good thing I have work to distract me.
I don't know why I freak out like this but I'm now staring at an email to my attending with my draft of my personal statement. Dr. Kahn looked at it briefly and said it was good but he didn't exactly read it carefully but instead looked for key points that he said all statements should have. So the good news is that my statement contains all these things. Now back to my anxiety du jour. This attending is also my personal doctor and I believe I had discussed this in June after she had offered to read it initially. Perhaps I'm overdramatic but it's my drama so deal with it. I just fear that she'll read it and think I'm a complete freak and retard - though I'd imagine that she already thinks I'm an anxious freak. But worse, I fear she'll tell me that I should write a completely new statement and I just don't have that in me at this point. Waaaaah! I suppose I should just send it and deal with the results.
Great News! I passed TOSCE!!! It's that lame-o standardized patient exam we have to pass to graduate. And it confirmed my status as Average. I kicked ass on some patients but since I didn't find out that my insomniac was a crack addict, well, that brought the score down. As did my mind wandering about zebra land when it came to the diabetic neuropathy. But at least everyone else did about the same as I did on each of those exams so I don't feel bad about that.
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