Well it’s been three months of long nights in the library riddled with identity crises. I’m proud of the strides I made and the determination it took to get this far. I showed discipline, resiliency, and most of heart and I’m now ready to prove what I can do. There are the inevitable doubts, the feeling that you could’ve done more, should I have spent not time on practice but overall I’m confident in my preparation. Today I took my final practice test. I scored a 29 (9 physical,10 verbal, 10 biological). I took the same practice test a year ago before my first attempt and scored a 21. Truly a year older and a year wiser. Now that the books are closed, the notecards are put away, and the practice tests are all exhausted, the MCAT and I are headed for another collision this saturday. After all of the prep, all of the practice, and all of the prayers, there is only one thing left to do: Perform.