Matched

Since I started med school, I only had eyes on one internship program: the DOH-PCSC program based in East Avenue. But when they said that they'll only be taking in top 20 students from medical schools across the country, I knew my chances were slim.

I did my research on how to get in despite not being in the top 20. "They" said I should walk in, "they" said I should try and get matched during the 3rd matching. But duties during clerkship wore me down that I was too tired to be competitive. I found myself matched to another hospital during the 2nd matching.

I gave up all hope until my cousin called me and asked if I really wanted a slot. I said yes. He gave me specific instructions on what to do next, and when.

After endless pep talks (kaya mo yan, Noah!!), a car that won't start, and exam made in the depths of hell somehow I nailed that final interview. Now here we are. It's official.

QMMC, I love you. Someday, I might find myself back in your embrace. But for now, I will have to go with my "other" hospital. 

Here's to new adventures, new friends, new environment. Here's to my Emerald City. Let's go, Toto. It's time to meet the wizard.