NMAT Part 5February 4, 2008
WOOT! I got my NMAT score, and I have to ask you, my dear readers, to read the entire entry before I reveal the score.
I hurriedly went to the Med school around here to get my score.
The clerk welcomed me when I told her what I wanted. She told me to sit, and I promptly did while I hurriedly put on a mask of complacency and aloofness. Yet inside, I was bursting to boiling point, and I doubt I did a good job with the mask. I wanted to know my score to the exclusion of all else.
“I saw your score,” she said. “Do you still want to proceed to Medicine?”
“Yes,” I answered. The word bore the weight of much sacrifice and heavy experience.
I sensed that she was being coy about it. She was trying to scare me, and make me think that I got a low score. She was voicing out some of my doubts of the previous week, but I knew there was only one way to silence them. I had to know my score.
She asked me to stand beside her while she aligned a ruler just under my name. All the anxiousness and restlessness that I had felt centered on what she showed me. All the questions that pestered me since I took the exam coalesced in that single second:
Did I get a good score?
Did the other takers finish part I?*
Will the machine reject my paper?
Did I follow instructions regarding the registration details?
Is it possible that my answer sheet could have been lost?
And a whole lot more…
The figure she showed me was the representation of all the effort I made just so I could get to Med school. It was within the range of what I had expected considering that I had shotgunned more than 10 questions in the test. It was not what I had set to achieve, but it was the most beautiful number I ever saw.
I had committed the result to God even before I knew what it was. It belonged to Him, and is for His glory alone. All that I have and have done came from Him alone, and I gave Him back a portion of what he had bestowed upon me.
“You’re qualified for PGH,” the clerk said.
“Yeah,” I continued with a smile, “but I want to study here.”
So I asked their leave and left the building still bearing the smile. Knowledge of my score did not slow my pace, it only made it quicker. I hoped then that time would match my pace and make it June so that I could begin as a medical student.
Yet, I must as usual wait. Nevertheless, this waiting is different from the anxious waiting I had earlier. This time I could wait and rest. TO GOD ALONE BE THE GLORY.
*I did not finish Part I. :(.